August 24, 2013 by allsho
After a relatively dry week, at least according to our pessimistic expectations, we had a liquid day.
Which in London means rain.
That didn’t prevent us from taking part in a barbecue, a barbecue under the rain to be precise, which, I am told, is part of the English protocol for the perfect august barbecue.
I’m out of my bearings, I’m out of my climate, I’m out of my beloved food habits, now being out of Cee’s description, albeit not for the first time, is the least of my troubles right now…