Summer is officially passing. OK, summer is unofficially passing - my birthday has been and gone, thus marking the drift into Autumn, clocks going back, leaves everywhere. To mark the passing, we gathered around the barbecue to burn lumps of meat.
Miraculously, it stayed dry. Stranger still, all the food tasted reasonable, despite my best efforts, and we somehow didn’t have a hundredweight of cooked, uneaten beef left over.
So vale summer, bring on Autumn.
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