we decided to take full advantage of the weekend just gone and went out for lovely walks with the dogs, had a lazy afternoon in the garden with my sister and her family on saturday, all very nice and relaxing in this hot weather...then comes the dreaded suggestion. Shall we have a bbq?
I ended up running around like a madwoman all day yesterday making salads, potatoes, stuff for my vegetarian niece, re-filling drinks, nipping to Sainsbury's for cream for the strawberries and countless other things besides. Then, when i finally got to sit down to eat, they all praise my partner for standing in front of a flipping bbq and burning sausages for an hour!!! I think they could see how much praise I was about to give by my red face!
A new definition of what constitutes British
Reducing contact because my heart just isn't in it.




