Today we had to brave Auchan again, but first we had to clean the house from top to bottom as it was still pretty dusty and full of piles of half sorted DVDs. Auchan was the same nightmare as before but this time we had added problems. Firstly the men who pushed the long trains of trolleys were literally mobbed by customers for the trolleys as they were of a premium. Secondly we had to buy crockery and cutlery as Paul didn't have enough for 4. After searching for about half an hour we could only find one set that had dinner plates, the Chinese just use a small bowl and spitting plate. Then we had to find knives and forks, all sold separately - what would Chinese people want with a set of 8 knives, forks and spoons I suppose. Then it was on to the really hard part, finding food. The thing was we wanted to cook an English roast, but not being experts in meat we looked at random cuts of meat again for ages trying to work out what animal they once were with little success. In the end I decided that there was no beef and I wasn't too happy about buying a whole chicken, as in china that really means whole, head, feet, guts and all. In the end I phoned Paul and asked how he felt about pork as there were some pigs legs that I could identify and with a little hacking might fit in Paul's tiny oven.Several hours later we emerged from Auchan with most of the things we need, unfortunately no Yorkshire pudding tins or salmon to go with the melon.After we got home I set to cooking and Vincent finished the cleaning. Kelly's parents arrived slightly before she did so we were left with them for a while involving much pointing and them talking to us in Chinese. They also insisted on poking around in the kitchen I'm not sure if they were looking to see if it was clean, if I was cooking things well or what but they were in there the instant we found them slippers.The dinner went very well and considering I've never cooked pork before it went down pretty fast and looked like it was good. The 12 yr old Glenfiddich probably helped a bit too as Paul thought it would be too much for them to go totally English, what with the knives and forks confusing them no end, so we did the cheers thing with whisky all the way through to make them feel at home!