bar-b-q ?

This morning i looked out upon South Belfast and see that Summer sunshine is not served upon toast with warm buttery golden sauce, grey skies adorn the heavens. So is it rain ? i think so but yet i am to attened a barbecue this evening and rain wouldn't be at all welcome what with sausages, rocket salad, and burgers with tomato relish. Last night after Euro 2008 where Spain literally thrashed the russians i read a story from 'The Man Upstairs' by P.G.Wodehouse given to me by Julia the Italian housemate who is a PHD student may i add. Wodehouse is not a writer i would naturally gravitate to but she had asked me to read at least one story. The tale 'Something to worry about' reminder me of Joyce's Dubliners, middle class morality but extremely well executed in its compsition. The radio is on and Jo Wiley (radio BBC1) is mentioning everyone at her house has hay fever and how she feels luckly not to suffer, i concur she is lucky indeed but my own suffering and sneezing has subsided somewhat. Had a granny smith apple for breakfast (first course) it was fresh and cold, each bite crunched pleasingly . Next i'll go for tea and toast with either peanut butter (smooth) or chesse melted.