The first time it was warm enough to dine out at Chez Nous Mr C seized the opportunity for his first barbeque of the year. I took the photo before some chicken pieces were added.

After dining we lingered a while, the warmth of the burning embers taking the chill of the evening air.

We spent our day with long overdue gardening tasks followed taking the pruned clippings to the recycling centre.

As evening approached the weather was perfect to test out our new Kadai Bowl for en evening dinner. It didn’t disappoint and we were amazed that the coals were still burning after four hours. By this time we had moved the fire bowl onto a low stand and placed it on the patio next to us so we could feel warm and cosy in the remaining heat.

I am planning a rearrangement of my patio area to accommodate the new experience. In addition to that I need to find a perfect solution to enable covered ‘Fine Dining’ on the patio when the weather is less favourable.

It was such a lovely afternoon on Friday that Mr C phoned me up at work and hinted that it might be nice to have a barbecue.  He only hinted in a roundabout way because whenever he says the word or even thinks about a barbecue it brings on the rain…

I agreed to the hint and when I arrived home from work the barbecue coals were being prepared.  I sat on one of the patio chairs whilst the preparations took place.  I was joined by an unexpected guest, the ginger cat from next door.  He sat next to me for a while but his real purpose was to get into the kitchen and I had to field him more than once.

When Mr C brought the meat out from the kitchen to put on the barbecue, Mr Cat followed him licking his lips.  It was then I realised that Mr Cat had chicken dinner on his mind.

Mr Cat then came back and sat next to me on the patio until the food was nearly cooked, he then started circling the barbecue before he assumed the position.  I recognised the tell-tale signs that he was going to leap onto the barbecue.  I coaxed him away… barbecued cat was ‘NOT’ on the menu!

He did what all cats do, the rubbing around the legs, and then he looked up and gave me an expectant gaze.  I said ‘you can be as cute as you like but you are not getting on the barbecue’.  He then turned his back on me and walked off round to the front of the house.

I expected to see him sitting on my doormat when I left to visit my Mum later in the evening.  He wasn’t there, but I did see a pair of eyes, a nose and some whiskers peeping out from beneath my car

I have not seen him since Friday, which is rather unusual…

Then to finish the day off we just had to get one of those board games on the table