Continuing the everyday look at everyday objects through the camera lens…
Now you know that I like a drink, right?
No, not that sort of a drink.
Well I do like that sort of a drink.
I can’t remember the last time I had one of those drinks.
Oh yes. About three weeks ago.
I had a pint of cider shandy.
Because, you know, I’d really have a skinfull of booze and get on a superbike and ride it down Nottingham’s A52 ring road.
And before that the last of that type of drink I had was…
No, I can’t remember when.
Anyway, this isn’t about that kind of drink.
And actually I’m not sure what it is about, but here we go.
Last night, after battling my way back from dahn sarf, just off of that London, we went out.
On the way back, we were driving through West Bridgford, when we saw a young lad, standing at the side of the road.
He was about 14yo, holding up a banner sign.
It said (something like):
Home-Made Elderflower Cordial, £5/bottle
So we stopped and bought a bottle.
Why? Why would we?
Just because we wanted to give an enterprising young lad a bit of support.
I’m the only person in the house who would drink that kind of stuff, so I took it to work this morning, and cracked the bottle open after lunch.
And you know how it tastes?
It tastes exactly like Elderflower Cordial.
So now I have lots of stuff to drink at work, because I took a new bottle of squash concentrate in this morning as well.
And a new container of instant hot chocolate.