BBQ Season!

The table's set, the flares are lit,
The music should be a real hit
The friends have arrived, the drink if flowing,
Laughter starts, the barbecue's glowing

OK that's a little cheesy but theres not many bbq poems around. I didn't take many photo's today so decided to upload Bex.

This evening I went to BBQ with the folk from a previous soon to be current employment. I can't remember how it began, but at some point Becky became my twin, except I'm older, and we have different parents.