I'm venting! What a disaster of a night. Wanted to impress the squeeze tonight with a special dinner. Well FMD.
First the young lady I'd employed to help for the night walked out and left me high and dry. Silly really. I had a bit of a slip and had to grab something to save myself- I'm sure all reasonable people will understand - well anyway, I'll let the courts sort that out.
Then I thought all was going along swimmingly with my own chefing until ... Well Romsey Manor has a gourmet kitchen - including one of those fancy double ovens .... but somehow the system failed me! The temperatures were the wrong way around!!!
FMD!!! Then the neighbour arrived making accusations and everything went to shite.
Perhaps Earl Hood can advise me but being of a higher social order can be difficult.