I hope not. I love a BBQ. Roll on the indian summer.
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September 13, 2006
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Were you not aware that BBQs take place outdoors.
Posted by: Harry C | September 14, 2006 at 07:24 PM
Thanks for the pointer Harry. Apologies for the gas.I know how handy you are with a bbq. I must have you round for a lesson.
Posted by: wyneth | September 15, 2006 at 12:15 AM
Perhaps we would have a real BBQ if Craig ever got got round to finishing off the garden...
Posted by: Bora | September 15, 2006 at 10:35 AM
This is the danger of blogging Wyn.
Posted by: Colman | September 15, 2006 at 01:04 PM
Maybe when Harry pops over to teach me the finer points of BBQ cuisine he can pass on some tips about keeping the wife in check.
Posted by: wyneth | September 15, 2006 at 03:20 PM
We marked the end of Summer today with the ceremonial removal of the parasol from the garden - always a sad occasion.
I'll be more than happy to pass on a lifetime's experience on BBQing but regret I can't enter into correspondance.
Posted by: Harry C | September 15, 2006 at 11:02 PM