BBQ

“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?