Only in England

...would a "barbecue" consist of 30 people happily crammed into a sitting room watching Wimbledon with bated breath (and remarking intelligently on all strokes) as the rain poured down outside;

...would afore-mentioned barbecue-goers happily venture outdoors during brief breaks of sun to throw around a Frisbee, soccer ball and rugby ball, thus creating the aptly named "Think Fast" game;

...would players be forced to climb 10-feet back through overgrown ivy bushes (this is not an exaggeration) to reclaim said rugby ball;

...and, finally, only in England would I find myself standing in the back garden during yet another sun break with a cup of hot tea clenched firmly in my left hand as I throw and catch the Frisbee with my right. And I am not alone in performing this act of great coordination. I am playing Frisbee with three others, all of them young men, who have cups of tea clenched firmly in THEIR left hands (except for leftie Ben, who has his tea in his right hand), and throwing the Frisbee about with their other hands, until someone calls, "The match is back on!" and we all troop inside.

I love England. Here I am adding to my lectionary of fun.