Summary
HOW my heart sank when I read the headline Barbecue Britain (Mail) and that we are in for a 'barbecue summer'. It reminded me of sunny Sunday afternoons when, having enjoyed the garden, it was time for tea.
At around this time of year, various people nearby light the ghastly-smelling fuel for their barbecues and this is followed by the even worse smell of cooking animal flesh. And no, we are not vegetarians. Our meat was cooked in an oven, in the kitchen, at midday.See the full content of this document
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A Roasting for Barbies ; Letters [Scot Region]
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