The gods of weather were obviously happy with the devout prayers continuously aimed in their general direction this past week because - in between the 38 C/ 100 F forecast for Thursday/Friday and the 100+ km/hr gale force winds that we got on Tuesday - we were blessed with an absolutely perfect last-day-of-summer for Nadie and Chris' engagement party on Saturday.
Some of the guests were a tad jittery about heading anywhere that could be described as 'the bush' - understandable given that the four main fires of Black Saturday are still burning [ but not near here ] after 3 weeks
I had to reassure more than one set of rellies ... they all knew that areas near Daylesford were under threat and on the map that looks very close to me, so I can understand the concern, but sheesh, give me credit for some sense people. I mean, seriously ... trying to evacuate, and be responsible for, large hoards of friends and relations is not my idea of fun so, were there any realistic possibility of fire action in the vicinity, rest assured I would be cancelling the festivities.
notwithstanding weather related concerns, most of the expected guests duly arrived for lunch and were fed roasted pork, lamb, beef [ but no goat ] from the spit, salads, Nonna's lasagne, Brenda's pav, trifle - mine, not Nonna's much to #1 son's evident regret - and 'Easiest Dessert Ever' as made by me - which is to say, exactly as taught to me by Nola G many moons ago...
and a whole heap of other stuff too lavish to list
toasts were given
very, very brief speeches made
presents duly admired
Fun was had watching grandson Riley who is entranced by the caprine contingent
... and the side of my house [ I am such a BAD influence on that kid LOL ]
also admired [ and snuggled ] was great-nephew Isaac who was appropriately rewarded for his absolute adorableness with the woolly fruits of my labours - two wee jackets, a hat and bootees - that I totally failed to capture on camera
all in all I think it could be said that a good time was had
Later after most went home, the remainder settled in for a Games Night - a card game that had something to do with Killer Bunnies
and then we started again with a full-on cooked country BBQ brekkie - known in Jasmine-speak as a PCB,* - at 9 the next morning.
* My friend Jasmine is famous for her house parties and the obligatory BBQed gustatory delights of the following morning, known to all and sundry as a PCB
... and my favourite story relates to one of her boys who came home from school many years ago, and announced:
" In computer class they asked if anyone knew what PCB stands for** and I said a proper cooked breakfast and they all laughed at me. I HATE you!"
** Printed Circuit Board