... and we played hooky.
In an ideal world I would have wrestled with our elderly, tempremental (actually downright crochety) Victa two-stroke lawn mower, cut the grass, done some more landscaping.
But I didn't.
Instead we drove out to the Cork Street Cafe in Gundaroo for a shared pizza and salad sitting in the sun in the old stable yard, and then up over the hill to Collector, and across to Bungendore for a late afternoon coffee and to pick up some fresh chicken for a barbecue and home.
Evening was said chicken in a cajun marinade cooked on a very hot barbecue with potatoes and a green salad, along with a bottle of a decentish New Zealand rose - an enjoyable conclusion to a lazy and relaxed day ...
In an ideal world I would have wrestled with our elderly, tempremental (actually downright crochety) Victa two-stroke lawn mower, cut the grass, done some more landscaping.
But I didn't.
Instead we drove out to the Cork Street Cafe in Gundaroo for a shared pizza and salad sitting in the sun in the old stable yard, and then up over the hill to Collector, and across to Bungendore for a late afternoon coffee and to pick up some fresh chicken for a barbecue and home.
Evening was said chicken in a cajun marinade cooked on a very hot barbecue with potatoes and a green salad, along with a bottle of a decentish New Zealand rose - an enjoyable conclusion to a lazy and relaxed day ...
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