We saw a joint of beef in the shops this morning, half price. John, whose day off it was today, said "Shall we have a roast tonight?" I said "Err, ok then." And so we did.
John cooked the whole thing. He is never happier on his day off than when he's pottering in the kitchen. And I do love to see a man in an apron. The meal was a triumph. The meat was rare and tender, the potatoes were crispy, he made proper gravy from scratch, the Yorkshire Puddings rose so much they burst out of their tins.
He'll be working all through this weekend so it was nice to be able to do this today. It elevated a cold, grey, slushy, mid-week afternoon into something special.