Thrusday isn't Summer friendly

Last night i went to the barbecue with members of the Queen's writers group (Thanks Michael for hosting)and i have to say that it went down very well apart from the quiz, when the team i was in tended to leave the mantel of answering questions to myself. Ok so maybe i knew some of the more literary answers but classical music composers was slightly out of my musical genre. The host Michael has a love of nature and animals, as he has rather a large garden with a maze of trees and two donkeys, a large white horse(where was Lady Godiva ?) and hens and dogs and cats. One dog sat and hungrily eyed me when i was eating a burger for a good ten minutes, i wondered did these dogs get fed at all ? (joking there). Later Michael turned cave man and desired to start large fires around his home, i don't know if this was to the vino he was increasingly putting away or he felt a return to man's red fire would extract some chanting of a literary kind, thus dancing wildly and beating our chests, only if we had a saber toothed tiger to hunt and drag back to the various hoots of delight from the women who huddled around the brazer. This morning i got up late at 11am and had tea with toast, i searched for a choc biscut as i felt the need for something sweet but alas i had none, later i'll have to get some shopping in as i'm getting low in the food department. First port of call will be the butchers on the Lisburn road who sell good quality of meat for rather good prices.