It started off as a true blue Bunnings style sausage sizzle.
I'm at home in QLd for a couple of weeks to finish off some work around the house and sent out the invitation to a 'Granny Flat Warming Party'. The only problem is, I don't have a barbie. I was planning on going to Bunnings when Mum asked why I wasn't checking out Gumtree (seeing as I drove her crazy through the building of the Granny Flat with my Gumtree bargains). Good idea, I think. And so, I did.
And lo and behold there's a barbecue in my area that's FREE. But it's huge. It won't fit in the car. I ring the number to ask if it comes apart. Not really, the guy says. I discover he's only a few blocks away and consider wheeling it home. But the heat and humidity pretty much ruled that out. And then he offered to throw it on his ute and drop it around. So, I get a bloody huge 4 burner barbie with a side gas thingy and a rotisserie that I'll never use, for free, delivered.
It took me two days to clean the thing but it came up trumps (must get a new expression as that one has negative connotations these days). I feel a little bargain-hunters shiver of contentment every time I look at it.
I even had a volunteer to cook on the day. Thanks Arthur (my second cousin). Top job mate. Love the apron.
My special boy saying 'Croc's Rule'.
The freshly painted pergola with the twinkly lights from Ikea, the new barbie, the piano waterfall, the granny flat in the background, with the doors from an old pub in The Rocks in Sydney that I swapped a photography job for, surrounded by a mix of mine and mums plants. I think this is an area that will get a lot of livin;.
