My main concern was the integrity of the trifle. I managed to put a perfect imprint of my face into the tin foil which was protecting it.
Phew!
Good work.
My mother used to make a very fine sherry trifle, which I adored as young boy. As a special treat one year she made a huge one, half a gallon I should think, which I consumed in one sitting.
Can't abide the stuff now.
