“We’re having a
barbecue party in the garden this evening.”
There was a line
message from my dad to mum who had just finished her Saturday course. She was
astonished at the message because that was totally news to her.
(After a while)
“I’m home!”
My dad came home with
large plastic shopping bags full of food and beverages.
“Hello, Dad! Oh,
Momo-chan, how are you? Please come in!”
My mum came slowly
downstairs and said: “Hello there!”
Chizuru-chan joined us
later with a bottle of wine, ‘Pinot’ – our favourite!
‘That’s very kind of
you, but unfortunately I’m not allowed to taste it,’ I murmured.
(BBQ till late at
night)
They started with
mojito cocktails, with mint leaves from our garden.
Late late late in the
evening, at last I was invited to the party in the garden (feeling so sleepy).
Do you know why? To
take a picture of me together with the bottle of Pinot consumed totally.
That was our BBQ last
night. With or without Pinot?
