Good weekend again and I hope you all had the same, pity the weather ran out on Sunday, did anyone else get that thunderstorm and torrential downpour in other UK parts? It was like being in the tropics, it flattened loads of my summer plants and splattered white ash all over the lawn from the previous night's barbecue which I hadn't cleared away (P won't use gas, he insists on lump wood the 'real' thing as he puts it, flavours the food better but a bit messy). The storm came about 5am, it woke me and I heard our son get up, it was to look out the window at the sheer power of it, P didn't get up or give any indication he was even awake although he said later he certainly had been.
P gave me a hand clearing up some of the mess in the garden, we were chatting, he said I'd been neglectful not emptying the barbecue ash, I told him 'Oh yeah, why didn't you clear it away then, you were the one who cooked on it', he just laughed and said 'Exactly, I do the creative stuff but all good chefs need a commis to clear away after them' .....and then he added.... 'and it's not at all unusual for a temperamental but, ahem, talented chef to spank a commis who falls short of the mark.' Well that was a double-edged invitation if ever I'd heard one, I mean so if I help out but botch a few meals or make a mess I get spanked sounds okay at first but then of course I have to eat the meals and clear up so I don't want to botch them too much. I'll work on that.
I didn't get spanked as it happens so I was wondering what to post this morning. The Sunday papers didn't help, at least not the ones we have but I did find this little cartoon which I liked.
Actually it's slightly relevant to our weekend as P's mom told us about her sister in law going on an ocean cruise later this year for her 80th birthday, never fancied it myself and nor has P, but the thought of a ship's spanker got my attention. I googled it and it's apparently a term used for the fifth mast on an old sailing rig type vessel.
Ronnie
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