Ok! Swim finished and work done amd dusted, home in the Mansion, listening to the 40km coastal wind rush off the Great Southern Atlantic Ocean....
The Plan...
Open a beer...
Put on the vibes....
Prep tomorrow's roast...
Open a beer...
Marinade the steak for tonight...
Open a beer...
Look out the kitchen window to see if the gale has started to die down....
Open a beer...
Look over the fence to see if my Dutchman neighbour has lit his indoor braai...
Open a beer...
Look over the other fence to see if the Diamond Diver neighbour has lit his indoor fire...
Open a beer...
Draw plans for my aspiring Indoor braai...
Open a beer....
Turn the record over...
Open a beer....
It's around this stage that Armed with two cans of beer, I proceed out into the wind and swear at the bitch called Mother Nature...
Open two beers, whilst standing in the howling gale, apologising to Mother Nature...
Light fire in gale , to prove a point to God, Mother Nature and the English HO..
Open two beers.... Whilst tripping over a half filled can of beer laying on the grass...
