Without potato salad

Cooked up a storm at the barbecue yesterday, until Si decided that the guests weren't getting enough charcoal and took over the cooking duties.  We were later getting started than planned, because a lot of the guests didn't arrive until 1830hrs or later.  Unfortunately this meant that most people missed what little sunshine we did have, but it wasn't too bad.  The kebabs the Girl I See on the Stairs and I prepared went down a treat, and we managed to produce a surprising amount of food for little cost.

As it started to get dark we went out to the green to play with an aerobie, staying out until it was so dark you could only tell that someone was throwing it to you when you saw their arms moving (and, a couple of seconds later, when it bounced off your unsuspecting forehead).  Great fun.

Went to bed to discover that Seb had placed a softball bat underneath my mattress, altho' I was drunk enough that it was a couple of seconds before I realised my discomfort wasn't due to me lying on the bed in a funny position.

Later . . .