A few nights ago was BBQ night down on the beach. I love to be on the beach in the evening, it´s not crowded or too hot and you can just enjoy the moon and the sound of the waves.
Not really sure why but whenever a family outing happens, the Simpsons always come to mind.I see my other half as Homer, yes complete with beer belly!My youngest son is Bart, he´s actually a bit older but similar type and pain in the ass. I don´t have blue hair, bit it IS one of my favourite colours so any time soon..... But where was I.. Lucia, the youngest, wanted to take the dog, but she´s got American Stafford genes ( so the vet says) Lucia by the way not the dog- je je je! anyway this accounts for her constantly jumping up and down like crazy, so not a good idea, after some hassling she was left behind. Getting the BBQ in the boot caused a bit of a stir as someone just shoved it in - legs screwed on and all! This caused some swearing from Homer. There was a bit of a riffy-raffy when we did finally get to the beach about location of said BBQ. While unpacking there were some faint under the breath mutterings of ¨all this fuss for a few pinchitos on the beach ¨which I stoically ignored and proceeded to dive into the cool box for the ice cold beers and bottles of tinto con limon - and that did it! From there on it was all plain sailing (thank God for alcohol, that´s what I say! ) Homer graciously assumed his role as chief BBQerer, Bart helped out with the appetisers ( ate them all ) and Marge just concentrated on drinking the wine and enjoying the moment. There was plenty of everything for everybody so no more swearing and mutterings just a Motley Crew under the stars with the moon and the waves to themselves.
Oh I nearly forgot, we almost got fined for parking too close to the beach, but Homer waddled over waving his beer can and sweet talked them out of it!
Jim Carrey.
