Definitely NOT a rant: Recipe for a happy Sunday

One of the best recipes ever this one:

First, exhaust dog with a long walk, then put him in his run with stuffed Kong and water = happy pooch
Next, toss together a group of friends
Add liberal quantities of wine
Stuff new English Spring Lamb with garlic cloves, truss and place in BBQ (note: have cleverly invited friend who is one of the best meat chefs I know)
Remove lamb from BBQ when fuel dies
Serve more wine
Place lamb in roasting oven of Aga
Top up glasses of wine
Meanwhile, serve children crisps and lemonade. Wonder at how seven "children" aged from 5 to 19 can play so happily together. Bats, balls, assorted scooters and sunshine help. Pat self on back and return to kitchen/wine. Arrive just ahead of the rain and children
Serve more wine
Sit around extended kitchen table; chat, laugh, eat (heavenly lamb!) and enjoy the moment

What could possibly be better?

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