Bedtime Story

I'm getting in the frame of mind to buy a BBQ.

I had one, but now I don't. I thought it was stolen last year, I came out one morning and it was gone from my back garden.

Chatting to a neighbour a short time afterwards he started on about this knackered BBQ that arrived in his back garden and he didn't know where it came from. Penny dropped, it was my BBQ. We concluded the high winds of the time must have hurled it across gardens and fences.

That must be the worlds first example of a flying BBQ. But it's ok ... there weren't any sausages on it at the time.