John disappeared off down the garden for a few days and said he was building a BBQ. I haven’t been down there for ages because I have been working too hard, very sad! The moral of the story is, never leave men to their own devices or you might end up with an erection you didn’t bargain for. Yes mine is the size of a bus stop and sits proudly in my garden between the Camelia and a giant grass thing. It is masquerading as a BBQ but I wouldn’t be surprised if there are a few optics and a beer tap next time I go down there!