Crazy crackers of a dinner lady

Usually on Christmas day im up and feeling the joys of spring this time im feeling as rough as hell and i just want to sleep through it all. the baby monitor that Yvonne brought over had been useful and comforting to know that if mum wanted help id be there asap. Only this morning i got shouts to get up its christmassssssss. Stretching to motivate myself i pull a muscle in my shoulder and im to frightened to move. I eventually get up and rub my shoulder as i go for a wash.

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In my tracksuit i go down and mum sings good morning ( that's the first time ive heard her being so jolly in a long while) i go into her bedroom with a cup of tea and help her with her meds. You even look good today you have color in your face. I feel hopeful that's why and im not even going to cook dinner. Don't remind me im dreading it, you do know it might be the last one i ever cook if things don't work, laughing.. Eating my toast i ask mum to rub my shoulder as i sat on the edge of her bed. Oh you all knotty there are you worried about something? no i think its just the last couple of weeks. Go and have a shower you'd feel better then, there is no hurry to open prezzies yet, so that's what i did and yeah i did feel a bit better. Getting dressed in my gray knitted skirt black sweatshirt and black opec tights and shoes i went downstairs to dry my hair.
Id done most of the hard work last night cooking the turkey crown, making pigs in blankets, stuffing balls and trifle and the smell of the meat made mums mouth water.

Every year Ted peels the veg, this year mum done the sprouts the other side in her wheel chair. it was all on the hob ready for me to salt and cook slowly before we went to open some presents.
Soon i could start to smell something back in the kitchen, the veg was cooking to fast and had to swap pans around and start to put the pigs in blankets and stuffing balls in with roasted parsnips. Then went back to the living room to open more prezzies. Mum asked if id put the goose fat in? running back i had to pour it in the roasting tin to melt in the oven, taking some of the potatoes out of the pan to sprinkle with flour i leave to cool but id forgotten about the goose fat so had to stay in the kitchen now as things are running away from me. I put the fat back in to heat up again and drain the veg to put it in the food warmer. Going back to the oven to swap trays around i take the fat out and put the potatoes in it to put back in the oven to cook. Everything is almost ready and its not even 12 o clock yet. Little did i realise though when id drained the veg i should have kept the water for the stock! shit what do i do now? dinner is ruined ive finally boobed! As the pans were piling high in the sink i also realised id not set the table! running to the living room i quickly layed cutlery, glasses and crackers and the bottle of plonk in the fridge. Everything was ready now apart from the roasters and the gravy had to be instant chicken flavor bisto extra thick. Taking the trays out of the oven i put everything on serving plates and left them to warm in the grill area. I also panicked when id not cut the turkey and plate it with stuffing. Serving the veg on plates and roasted food in a separate plates i take everything into the dining room and collapsed down on the chair exhausted.
Even though i buggered up the gravy we all ate everything on our plates bisto tasted better anyway.