I SAID I didn't want help. Repeatedly! I told her to go and sit down and leave me to it. But noooooooo, she insisted on at least peeling the potatoes.
Which she then chopped up into the tiniest little pieces imaginable. I can't roast them now! I need big, hefty chunks of potato, for making the sort of roastie that's crisp and golden on the outside and soft and fluffy and succulent in the middle.
2.5 kg of spuds she's decimated. I am so sad for the dinner that might have been.