I'm taking my mother out to the ballet in the afternoon, so a) we have more of a family gathering than we normally do, and b) dinner needs to happen without my doing anything more than a bit of dishing up when we get home. Luckily Little Star has particularly requested a microwavable supermarket pudding (those little chocolate things with sauce in the middle), so I can concentrate my efforts on a canneloni fish that Wellinghall can just being into the oven once he knows we're out of the theatre.