Is there a better way to spend lockdown with a small baby, than a BBQ in the garden with a makeshift paddling pool?
Restrictions and queues make an impromptu BBQ difficult. And British weather makes it awkward to plan one.
I went to the butchers on Thursday, based on a 50/50 forecast and some tempting Cook House recipes. On the day, the BBC said, "Showery afternoon. Abandon hope." This depressed The Chef. Alternate meal plans were made. Everyone got sadder.
So we chanced it. Prosecco in the sunshine was our reward.