A Missed Opportunity

It was a fairly routine dream. I had skipped out of a conference I was supposed to be attending in order to explore the town where it was being held- which I understood to be Blackburn. What was unusual was that I came to realise I was dreaming. The thing that tipped me off was the light; it looked like normal daylight- with shadows and all- but it just wasn't bright enough.

At this point- knowing I was in control- I should have taken advantage of the situation to go off and have adventures. As it was I just kept wandering around, looking into rooms, until the corridor I was walking down opened up into waking life.

Old Dog, New Tricks

It's all new:

First the experience of hosting a barbeque (the event), then the experience of  putting a barbecue (the cooking device) together.

The one Mike left with us was very basic and we reckoned we could do with something bigger and better if we were going to make a habit of cooking outdoors-  so Ailz bought a Spear and Jackson. It arrived in pieces, accompanied by a leaflet outlining the history of the Sheffield steel industry which we read with profit.

I pride myself on my ability to follow diagrammatic instructions; I've been following them most of the morning.

The new barbecue has a hood and trays. Ailz also bought a set of long-handled tools to go with it; they come in a very manly aluminium case- which looks like it might hold one of those sniper's rifles you have to screw together. 

We have another family do lined up for this coming weekend.- and this time we're going to look as if we know what we're doing....