Lovely Day

To celebrate me not being killed by a train larians suggested that we hold a barbeque. OK, that's the reason I like...the real reason may well have been that said barbeque cost 50 smackers and took an entire afternoon for even his practical aptitude to assemble, hence his determination to get mileage out of it. So you could say the whole day was dedicated to my man's complicated equipment, but perhaps better not...

Impromptu invitations were sent out, my apologies to chums I never reached. Painkillers enhanced my already very special powers of organisation, and I forgot lots of people. Chums at work targeted me yesterday telling them I had given them a)the wrong date or b) no date. Anyone would think the train had run over my head. I won't be so remiss again.

As to the day itself, my thanks go out to all our guests - you really made it a magical day for me. If we have time this summer, we hope to do it again, preferably avec paddling pool.

I would be delighted if you would consider (re)joining us. No, don't look round, I mean you:-) xxxx

Edited to add BTW I have just realised that I've been spelling barbecues wrong all my life.