We had a barbecue tonight as a sort of belated house-warming. Sophie and Tamara came over and I stole lots of meat from work to cook for them. I have, quite frankly, made a complete pig of myself, and I thoroughly deserve the indigestion that will undoubtedly be coming my way shortly.
But isn’t that the point of barbecues?
Quite frankly if you don’t end up lying awake at 1am parched with thirst and feeling like someone’s pumped cement into your stomach, then you just haven’t done the barbecue properly.
I shall drag myself to bed now, and assuming my bowel doesn’t rupture overnight, I shall see you again in August.
xxxx
RC 31-7-14
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