Avoid if triggered by misplaced apostrophe's. (essayel) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-05-21 18:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | cindy, nick |
Garden, late afternoon, Nick OTA
Getting ready for a party was a pleasant duty, even if it was quite hard work. The maintenance guys had agreed that it was as well not to leave the heavy stuff until the last minute and so had spent the last two hours washing down the paving and trimming back anything thorny and were now positioning the patio heaters and the tubs of sand for the smokers and the trash cans, covered to keep the rain out, and the all important barbeque pit.
This was two oil drums split lengthwise and welded to wheeled supports and fitted with grills. The four sections should be enough for everyone who wanted to cook to get a space.
Nick grunted as he dragged the second out of storage and began to bump it along the path.
"Shit," he said as his phone dropped from his pocket and bounced into a flower bed, then he spotted someone and shot them a sheepish grin. "Don't suppose you could get that for me couldja? Please?"