John and I attacked supper tonight and as expected it came out awesome. Grilled chicken breast served on a bed of roasted baby tomatoes and potato rosti, topped with beetroot sprouts and a balsamic vinegar reduction, served with a side of sweetcorn. Credit for the balsamic plate decoration goes to Donné, as my attempts were a serious fail, and after seeing me try John abstained.
Tonight, as Donné was walking outside from the bedroom to the lounge she noticed something strange in the sky. They were not stars, and they were not planes, so she called me to come quickly. I looked up and thought, "What the heck is that?" and took a closer look.