A Leisure Pants Kind Of Day.

The rain has arrived in style.

Bob and I were at his friends birthday BBQ last night and we had a great time. The whole crew was there it seemed although one often only sees the people sitting opposite in line of sight and maybe the answer is to eat standing up, while fashionably circulating among everyone. But I have to say that I was so impressed and proud of Bob when he had perfect conversations in German as one does around a table.

Our friends' kids, who have long ago hopped into the adult stage, organized a smashing BBQ for their father. Meats of every description, vegetarian delights, garlic bread, salads and a huge fridge stocked full with all of our favourites. Really great stuff, fantastic hospitality.

This morning we woke up bright and early to a rainy day. Early because our princess had had enough snoring and deemed 4 am a good time to jump on Bob's chest. He wasn't a happy camper. You know, a Sunday like that is precious. Rain makes it easy to stay home, stay relaxed and just float about the house in Sunday mode.

Both of us have donned our leisure pants, both of us have already read for an hour or two and now both of us have had a nice Sunday breakfast of friend eggs on toast.

These are the times where I'm glad the only distraction to a Sunday spent at home is the lure of the ice cream cafe in Rechnitz and even that pales when I look outside to see the much needed rain continue to fall gently on the ground....

Biggi