So I wrote about the BBQ Problem a few years ago, but it has re-arisen. Several weeks ago, Garry was down for a visit and some friends invited us for a picnic at Balmoral. Our job was to bring a barbecue chicken. We dutifully went to Coles and found the chicken, but I was distressed.
"Oh no! They haven't got any barbeque chickens!" I said.
"What are you talking about, you're looking at them," Garry said.
"No," I said, "those are just regular chickens."
It was then that it re-dawned on me that, here, regular chickens are barbeque chickens.