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When good intentions turn to a braai

I woke up at a civilised hour this morning, refreshed after a sober night in, a yoga class and some quality trashy movies with PLW. We nipped out for our last minute necessities (flowers, boerewors and breakfast) and were back in time to do a little gardening. All of this before preparing the food for the braai later. We were running a little late, but nothing to really write home about!

Ameba arrived and we made sure she was dressed in summer attire. The drinks were poured - a G&T for me, PLW and Ameba decided on a John Deere - just for giggles. I lit the fire - in anticipation of all the braaing that I would be doing later... The fire died, but by the time it was revived Iron Man had taken over and is currently orchestrating the final meat-on-braai timings.

It is for this reason (and nothing to do with the G&T / wine / minor dental incident) that I am hurrying downstairs now...


Lucky

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  1. It was a superb braai - first proper one of the year? Brilliant eve, and it was all made even better because we were all in dresses ;p bring on the next one!

    Meebs xxx

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