Please remind me not to try and take a closeup photo during a wind storm. It’s not easy. It’s been a typical Yorkshire May Day. Two jumpers (sweaters), woolly hat and retrieving garden furniture from the farmers field.
A fantastic blogger did a wonderful tribute to me by doing a post on her site, in my writing style. It’s funny reading about yourself in someone else’s words, finding out what I had done. Thank you Chelsea, you do me so much better than I do.
Chelsea’s post is so apt and spookily close to the mark. Outside eating with a hint of muppetry was definitely yesterday’s theme. We had decided to mark the start of the week off with a barbecue. Unfortunately the old bbq crumbled over the Yorkshire winter. My first attempt at building a replacement one didn’t go to well and rather scarily was built next to the oil tank. So when yesterday came…
“Dad why don’t we just move the George Foreman grill outside like we said we would.”
No let’s have fun and build a fire on the lawn. A proper barbecue.
“Not sure that’s a great idea. It’s a bit grey and very, very windy…”
Yes it was blowing a storm but surely man can overcome the elements. So yes we built a rather fine temporary fire structure at a much safer distance from the oil tank. I was quite impressed. It was loaded with what we had in terms of coal and wood.
“How are you going to light it.”
Matches…. This is where the plan encountered its first problem. Yes we did find three matchboxes. A remnant from fireworks night. Unfortunately the boxes where full of used matches. Don’t you just hate that. I managed to salvage one complete unused match and one snapped one. So here goes. Problem two – the wind. Instantly both matches were been blown out. Problem three – living in a house with oil heating and an electric oven. We don’t need to light a fire so the house is bereft of spark generating options.
“Ok Bear Grylls what are you going to do now. Time for the George Foreman yet.”
Spiriting up my inner Bear I located my camping flint and tried to create fire. Thirty minutes later – nothing.
“Dad I will fetch the George Foreman. I’m starving.”
Too late, it started to rain. So eventually it was an indoor George Foreman feast. Today’s heartwarming life lesson
Once a Muppet, always a Muppet.