There’s nothing better than someone else cooking you a Sunday lunch.
I can smell the roast potatoes now, Yorkshire puddings, thick rich gravy, veggies and sorry all you vegetarians but a bit of beef.
I’m drooling smelling it.
Why does it never smell and taste so good when you make it yourself?
I almost feel sorry for my husband, he’s cooking so won’t get the same dinner experience as me.
Hope he’s making creamy mash.
I’m just going to relax and smell the air today. Eat later and bask in food glory.