Dave is disgruntled with the little grill:
The "grill master":
This is why the grill scares me (and probably why we're not supposed to have one on the balcony). The coals have to burn for a while before you can start:
My feet swelled up yesterday. They look like Fred Flintstone's feet. It's kind of hard to tell in the pictures, but normally the top of my feet are bony, and here they just look all smooth. They suddenly got puffy.
The belly doubles conveniently as a table :)