Oh God. I had a beautiful meal planned for my neighbours tonight; slow cooked beef rump in a lovely sauce.
Forgot to turn the shitting slow cooker on before I left the house this morning
I fully burst into tears in front of a bemused DH. I am actually stupid. I was so looking forward to it.
It's half an hour before they get here (only just in from work) so there is no time to make something else. I'm going to be the subject of one of those awful dinner party threads, I just know it.
There's no other food in, not shopping day until tomorrow.
It's beans on toast or takeaway. DH is brightly brandishing Indian takeaway menus and saying we'll just pay for a big Indian.
Is this ok? I feel so sorry for my neighbours, they've organised one of their mums to babysit and looking forward to this!