Barby Queue

I was burgered if I was joining that queue just to get four Lorne sausages (that's square ones, not sad, lonely ones). Never seen such a rush on marinated dead animal bits down at the Hillfoots Country Butchers before (though maybe the queue was for the rather intriguing sounding 'Dry Aged Stake Pies' they were advertising). The co-op was full of sausages anyhow, so we managed to get some there. Don't think there'll be any meat left to buy in the village by the time the lighter fluid starts to get squirted on the briquettes later this afternoon.

So, we're having pasta. Unbarbequed. After a wee siesta I think...