Krista’s barbecue

23 July 2005

Today was the day for Krista’s barbecue. Since the afternoon was one of those gentle gossipy times when nothing much happens, there isn’t much in the way of a story to write, but for those who weren’t there, here’s some of what you missed:

* Krista’s new hairdo

* Sam’s homemade dip

* John and Dave doing the manly thing and cooking our food on the barbecues – unfortunately they weren’t wearing smutty aprons

* My fancy pork and sundried tomato sausages

* The inflammable firelighter

* As soon as Jackie, Vanessa and Darcie arrived, they were immediately surrounded by a large group of clucking girls

* Jackie asking her 4 week old granddaughter, Darcie, who had her fingers curled up in little fists, whether she wanted a boxing match. Darcie promptly uncurled three fingers on her left hand as if to say, why yes nanny, three please

* Me abandoning my quest for a plate and the three sausages ready for me on the barbecue in favour of a Darcie-cuddle

* Lauren having a hunch and it turning out to be right: Dave looks good in chiffon

* The stupid hooky bits that have been added to my brace, yet which currently serve no purpose beyond increasing the current unattractiveness that is my mouth

* The pesky wasp, Lauren’s disdain for it and its eventual demise at the hands of John and a kebab stick

* John and Dave making “art” with a juice box, some kebab sticks and some other bits of rubbish

* John’s cup of Pepsi weeing on the table. He’d cracked the side of it before he filled it when he tried to crush the wasp underneath it

* Lauren berating me for answering “not much” on being asked what i do

* Lauren berating me for not writing more blogs

* Dave being piggy and eating three marshmallows at once

* Vanessa impressing everyone by evidently having taken to motherhood like a duck to water

* John’s new shoes