accomplished
daveon's place and his local, as marypcb and I popped round to pick up his - now our - gas-fired barbecue. Much good gossip in the pub about Seattle ensued, once we'd squeezed the hefty chunk of metal out of the storage unit and into my little black sports car.The barbecue is now neatly ensconced on our roof terrace, having been fought up several flights of stairs.
Me? I'm collapsed in front of the computer screen slowly catching my breath.
