The Deck, Thursday Morning
It was meant to be Winter in Australia. Friday disagreed. This was swimming weather. This was barbeque weather. Australians supposedly had a barbeque all the time when eating. He'd watched Residents. He knew these things. Also, he was awake at a ridiculous hour (before 10am), hungry and in possession of breakfast food. This led to a grand idea involving the new deck facilities.
The smell from the barbeque as he started to cook up a full breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns and tomatoes wafted up to some of the open windows in the dorms. It smelled good. There was coffee and tea and juice too, because Friday wasn't silly enough to think that he could cook in public without bringing plenty for others.
For the full effect, he was wearing a singlet (wifebeater), board shorts, 'thongs' (flip-flops, not the other kind as far as anyone was aware) and sunglasses. He wasn't wearing the hat. That was just ridiculous. He fished out a packet of shrimp to throw on the barbie. It wasn't breakfast food, but he couldn't resist.
[Aussie BBQ tiem nao! Sleep tiem nao.]
The smell from the barbeque as he started to cook up a full breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns and tomatoes wafted up to some of the open windows in the dorms. It smelled good. There was coffee and tea and juice too, because Friday wasn't silly enough to think that he could cook in public without bringing plenty for others.
For the full effect, he was wearing a singlet (wifebeater), board shorts, 'thongs' (flip-flops, not the other kind as far as anyone was aware) and sunglasses. He wasn't wearing the hat. That was just ridiculous. He fished out a packet of shrimp to throw on the barbie. It wasn't breakfast food, but he couldn't resist.
[Aussie BBQ tiem nao! Sleep tiem nao.]