Cooking with gas

Much of this morning was taken up with domestic duties. The floors had to be washed throughout downstairs and that always takes a while, by the time the furniture is shifted and then replaced. the Silver Vixen meanwhile was pottering in the garden and Cousteau-Cub had popped in to Bognor Regis to try and get to a hairdresser.

Urban-Cub called. An impromptu BBQ was arranged and got our bits and pieces together and headed over to LA.

We had a lovely few hours in the garden, chatting, and playing with Ellie. Pistol Pete fired up the gas BBQ and several metric tonnes of meat prepared - beef burgers, sausages, lamb kebabs, pork steaks, chicken pieces, kitchen and chorizo kebabs, salmon, and heavens knows what else.

It really was a feast - and absolutely delicious.

We left Cousteau-Cub with Urban-Cub and Pistol Pete and headed home. It was Champions League Finals night, but the Gorse Fox decided he didn't want the stress of watch Spurs play Liverpool... so we had a quite evening catching up on various recordings on the Sky-Q box.