WARNING: Contains bad language but is said in the spirit of frustration so I accept your forgiveness in advance, you're most welcome, and please read on. So. Pretty much every year something unexpected happens around the Christmas dessert. Once it was when I made the pavlova on Christmas Day - the actual day -  and it was this flat, rubbery, actually pretty inedible thing. Another was when the fam decided to have apple crumble for Christmas dessert - no pavlova, no fruit Christmas pud, nothing remotely Christmassy - and it was really average in the end cos I'm not that good at cooking but am quite happy to do cooking stuff, although the one time I did a Nigella impression was not met with approval. This year much discussion had gone into what we were going to have. We are a democracy after all. I do what the fam tells me suggests. And while I miss things like trifle, the fact is that no one else likes it, and my mum is the only one who makes it right anyway, and we were