At half eleven this morning, I was sat at my desk at Astrium, looking out of the window at the glorious weather with one thing on my mind: barbecue. I have a fantastic flat that I love very much, but unfortunately land is not something that comes with it. So I took action and decided to lie to my dad.
I sent him a message stating that gran has just called me saying; that you had the intention of lighting the barbie round Livingstone later on, and if this was this true? Dad gamely called my bluff and “Could be…” was the reply I received. The seed was now sown. I left work as early as possible and cycled back to Southsea to buy cold beer and marinated meats from the Med Supermarket on Elm Grove (£4, bargain). Twenty minutes later dad and my uncle marched through the garden door, after a day out on the boat, with the catch of the day. What ensues is a very typical, last minute Livingstone Road barbecue. I love them. Big thanks to my landlords Cat & Stu for providing the firelighters.