Can’t talk, eating

Mr Limey’s birthday today. He came in to town ready, with rumbling tummy after a light lunch and breakfast, but he had to admit defeat and request a doggy bag.

This ****NEVER**** happens. I really can’t emphasize that enough.

He always finds room for dessert, 2nd portions, and finishing off whatever I cannot manage. So, eh, well done Pitt Brothers BBQ! :)