bbq kent style

my dislike of family get-togethers has been noted on many occasions.

i hold the current record for avoiding the family christmas party and experts say that i am unlikely to be overtaken. such is my skill and dedication that i have already got my excuse in for missing this year's christmas party. i told the organiser that i am working on the day of this year's party, only to be informed that a date hasn't been chosen yet*

anyway, with a heavy heart i drove to kent yesterday.

the bbq was held at mrs w's sister gerry's house.

while the food was being prepared and the family chatted, i took a quick stroll around the garden to note a few things...

what the what ?!

surely you must own everything in the world that you want to own before you would spend good money on a stone mini-cab office to put in your garden ?

gerry likes a tipple, that's a fact. is she trying to grow her own grapes here ?

fair play to her. she has a very nice garden anyway.

on my way back to the family throng i spotted this fellow on the lawn

i would not be the last person to note him.

there was a lot of salad kicking about. as you probably know, i don't do salad so i just decided to have a plateful of slightly charred meat.

magic darts !

ok, that wasn't my plate. i tried to take it but was told it was to share

for my starter i put this together...

a burger with a slice of chorizo. potato salad is the out of focus stuff on the bap top.

somebody commented that out of the corner of their eye they thought i had a slice of tomato on my burger. my reply contained industrial language as i tried to get the message across that i don't eat tomatoes.

in a matter of moments the burger was scoffed. next up i put this together...

more potato salad and two sausages with a slice of chorizo wedged between them.

genius !

as the day wore on, my niece rosie spotted mr potato-head.

she looked at him, she looked at her boyfriend mike. she looked back at mr potato-head.

i think mike knew what was coming...

welcome to the family.

*my response to that bombshell was that when the date is finally chosen, i'm pretty confident that i'll be working that day anyway...

merry christmas one and all !