Father's Day BBQ

So, last night we had a BBQ - not the kind of our own making. At about 1 a.m. we were woken by fire alarm bells.

Apparently some wizard saw fit to light fire to the pile of abandoned furniture behind our building. The furniture had been left behind after a recent move out.

The flames reached high enough, & hot enough , to melt 2 or 3 of the protective panels on the balcony above.

Although Sharon and I did not get much sleep, little Kayleigh slumbered through in innocent oblivion.

Last Weekend ...

I meant to mention ... I spent last weekend on the back of a motorcycle. A 250 cc Suzuki Marauder to be exact (see picture). It's something I've always wanted to learn how to do (ride a motorbike).

It's a lot tougher than it looks (that may be obvious to some). They all have manual transmissions, which complicate things even more.

After dumping the bike several times, add in sun burn and heat stroke, it took me 2 or 3 days to recover. Suffice it to say that I did not pass the road test at the end of the course - BUT - I didn't particularly expect to. Having never been on the back of a motorbike before, I learned alot, enough to possibly pass it on another attempt, should I so choose.