That, along with the occasional sigh, was the sound of Easter Dinner disappearing into various mouths.
We had roast lamb that was meltingly tender and all the usual extras and Yorkshire Pudding. We have it with just about every roast, I even made one for W to go with his nut roast.
Pudding was crumble, mincemeat and apple for W, apple and blueberry for us. Lashings of custard , cream for the SO, and we were replete.
We watched the new Murder on the Orient Express ( I still prefer David Suchet as Poirot ) and while we enjoyed it I feel that Depp and Branagh were in each others roles. Kenneth Branagh was far too staid for Poirot and would have been eminently sinister as the baddy, and Johnny Depp would have been suitably quirky as Poirot. But that is just me.
I have not touched my sewing since Francesca arrived but the Carbeth is coming along nicely. I have already altered the pattern by knitting 14 rows of rib rather than 6, I felt that the ribbing was far too short for such a robust garment.
I was going to add about 2 inches to the length but, after looking on Ravelry saw that many people had done just that and then said that it was not necessary.
We have all been very abstemious with the chocolate today, I think that subconsciously we were saving ourselves for the dinner.
There is some banal film on the TV and the SO and Fran are deep into it, perhaps I will get some sewing in after all.
First things first though, it is time to get the kettle on.