We prevaricated. We Ocadoed. The turkey was in. It was out. It was in again.
Finally, before the delivery arrived on Sunday (the only bleeding slot we could get), it was out again.
So DH is running the gamut of every late night supermarket tonight to find a decent quality Turkey crown joint for 5 people.
Oh, I think we'll be the only ones doing that don't you? It'll be dead, I tell you.