This may be traumatising , but I feel I have to share this deep anguish.....Maybe it can help me finally heal..
We once cooked Christmas dinner for 20 people (DHs family), it was a bit of a campaign in our tiny terraced house and miniscule kitchen but we managed . We put up trestle tables in our little lounge and DH and I served in relays...
The Roasties went out fairly near the end once everyone had their plates of meat and the veggies and gravy were on the table ..
But by the time I got to sit down for my dinner, (having then made sure everyone had all the drinks serviettes cutlery etc they needed).. Where was the huge pile of roasties we'd made? .
GONE. Thats what. Snaffled, every bloody one of them.. ..



I will NEVER forgive them... NEVER (despite the fact it was it was over 20 years ago)
DH says I should 'just let go'...and DMIL still cannot grovel enough when i mention it, (although I secretly think she thinks im making a bit of a fuss ..)
But you all know my enduring trauma dont you? (well, you sane ones do !) ....
I am sure this story has totally traumatised several of you.
Sorry, but I had to share the very worst Christmas of my life EVER with you .. Here is some 