Pig, chicken, potatoes, beans. And champagne. Clean forgot the salad but it wasn’t missed. We had two types of gammon: Slices from Woolworths and a whole one cooked by Dad (who had – horrors – mistakenly bought an uncooked gammon and had to cook it this morning).
A vote was taken and (bearing in mind they’re only getting their prezzies in January) the kids unanimously by a wide margin and by popular acclaim and unopposed, decide Dad’s was best. By far.