Legless

Each Christmas I manage to undermine our hosted feast with a catering faux pas (cock-up in English): last year it was composting the prepared veg instead of the peelings, and today the four turkey legs, bought to accompany the turkey crown, turned out to have an eat by date of Christmas Eve and so had to go into the bin rather than the oven; we still had enough meat (a ham was also prepared) so no real harm was done other than to my already compromised reputation as a host.