All they left was a chicken wing and a banana skin

Summer's finally here.

An afternoon of sitting on the mown grass of the back garden, listening to the Reloaded 2 album, and drinking cans of Grolsch that hadn't ever stood a chance of being allowed to chill. The summer's inaugural barbecue in the evening. More drinking as the sun disappeared from the back garden.

Shameful informs me that I was speaking to that girl [entry] for 40 minutes, which is a surprise, and a pleasant one.

Later . . .