Fudged

Day one of the 2016 season:
Burnt potatoes, mad dash for tomatoes (forgot to order them) a bacon, Brie and cranberry panini with a distinct lack of cranberry. Still emptying boxes into the gift display at close of play.
These sort of things are the very reason we have a "soft" opening. And I think we got away with it.
Tomorrow is the hard stuff.
A Bank Holiday on the second day.

On the upside, Ruby arrived with a delivery of her fudge and a bag of rejected stuff. Our eyes lit up. "It's grainy," she said, "so I had to start again." (She's just bought a new fudge kettle and is getting used to it.)
There is, honestly, nothing wrong with the rejected blocks.
They certainly don't rate as seconds in my book.
The five of us who were working today kept trying them to make sure.
And we've taken some home so that no one else is forced to eat it.
You're welcome.