The morning after the barbecue
Tout reprit son calme. In our fridge is the European Mayonnaise Marsh and a substantial pile of cooked sausages. Pat ensured that we had enough chairs by asking everyone each to bring a folding chair from church. Because she didn't actually ask them to take them back we now have the European Folding Chair Forest in the back yard, too. Still we had enough chairs and a vast quantity of meat, including the European Merguez Mountain, some of which departed with the folks who brought it. Whenever we have a barbecue and we ask everyone to bring something to grill we always end up with piles.
Barbecues are such a bloke thing. At one point there were six of us around it chipping in our two-pennorth. "C'est trop cuit !" "Tourne-le!" "Vite - les flammes !" "Faut du gros sel, un pulvérisateur d'eau, un barbecue à gaz !" A seventh arrived. "Eh, on a besoin de toi, ya que six experts de barbecue ici, il nous faut un septième !" (The guys here are very gracious !)
It was a good time. The weather held out ! It rained just as we finished a little song session.
We were a small bunch for the culte en anglais - some folks had to leave after the barbecue - so we did simple - Isa 53 and substitution - then John 20 and "my brothers / my Father and your Father". Sometimes simple is best.
Barbecues are such a bloke thing. At one point there were six of us around it chipping in our two-pennorth. "C'est trop cuit !" "Tourne-le!" "Vite - les flammes !" "Faut du gros sel, un pulvérisateur d'eau, un barbecue à gaz !" A seventh arrived. "Eh, on a besoin de toi, ya que six experts de barbecue ici, il nous faut un septième !" (The guys here are very gracious !)
It was a good time. The weather held out ! It rained just as we finished a little song session.
We were a small bunch for the culte en anglais - some folks had to leave after the barbecue - so we did simple - Isa 53 and substitution - then John 20 and "my brothers / my Father and your Father". Sometimes simple is best.
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