Does not look too good for St Nicholas family gathering next Saturday. Seems like the "breath of Satan's backside" gas rotisserie will need to be fired up inside, in the garage to avoid gales.
This is a bugger because the garage is attached, with easy egress for delicious pork loin aroma to permeate the house, thus attracting a dozen half-drunken family members and two dogs to stand around the beast.
That means I will need to placate them with bratties done on the side.
Please can I have a little calm slot around mid-day on 5th December? My crystal ball is ballsed, seaweed withered, pine cone burned, and mystic casting bones dried up.
Woe woe thrice woe.
Bratty, anybody? With or without onion?