On the barbie my dad is the best,
He cooks in his old string vest.
He cremates the bacon
Not wearing an apron
And singes the hairs on his chest!
Watching him cook is such fun,
His burger I eat with my bun.
He sings while he sizzles
the flames they all fizzle
It’s lucky we like them well done!
Our summer is never complete,
Until dad starts to burn all the meat.
He gets lots of flack
cos his bangers are black
But my dad is the best and so NEAT!!!!
A while ago my partner and two young children and I were en route to Dawlish in Devon for our summer holiday. Half an hour from our destination we broke down on the motorway. After waiting what seemed quite a while for motorway recovery our son Ashley, who happened to be celebrating his 6th birthday this very day was getting very distressed at the thought of missing his birthday meal and cake.
Not wishing to disappoint him and after our long wait, his daddy and I dove into action.
We pulled out our travel tin foil barbeque and some sausages and kebabs from our cool bag and proceeded to fire up our mini BBQ on a lay by off the M4!(which incidentally, sat just next to the toilets)
This impromptu action was greeted with much delight from our chuffed children who enjoyed the sights of the scenic motorway and the most unusual birthday party ever...Glamorous it was not...spontaneous, just a tad....
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