Sunk without trace? Consigned to history? Delayed due to bad weather? Whatever. I've grown impatient. As soon as the 5 o'clock traffic dies down, I'm off to the real thing. A pint of Addlestone's Cloudy cider. Maybe 2, since it's Friday. With the weather being so bad, maybe I'll just sit there until I can't walk, and then phone the Teenager to come & collect me.
If I'd have known that, Iain, instead of standing in the rain in the garden just to get a signal on my mobile phone to top it up, I'd have joined you. Why is it that they put people in call centres whom you could barely understand if only you could lipread them? Get us a Chardonnay.... I'll buy the crisps.
It was afterall run by a norwegian so he probaply got closed down for selling homemade booze ;Ø)
Ha! *hic*, skål!