After yesterday's pathetic prose about barbecues, I decided it was time to Man Up and face my own lethargy. So today I have put together an outside feast the likes of which this small part of Suffolk has never before witnessed. We are all stuffed to the gills and we have enough leftovers in the fridge to feed everyone in a four mile radius for a fortnight. My fingers are burnt, I smell of smoke, my hair is singed, I have terrible indigestion and my eyes are bright red from the heat. And you know what? - it's the happiest I've been in weeks!
RC 15-5-22
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