The Guardian -
26 Dec 2023 14:00

After my dad died, I would have happily done away with Christmas. But a minor crisis saw my mum and I laughing on a day we'd been dreading The goose had been in the oven for hours, but it didn't seem to be browning. In fact, it was barely cooking. It was Christmas 2017. Just as the predicted snow hadn't arrived, neither had the characteristic aromas in the kitchen. On the one day of the year it was fully booked, the oven had quietly packed up. My mum and I looked around at the trays of potatoes,...
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