Ooh Mead! Haven't had that in years & years. It's nice but I haven't noticed it in the shops muchthese days - tend to forget about stuff that falls from view. I brought a bottle of it & Benedictine home; I don't remember how much of each I drank that night but I do remember the ensuing hangover even now even though it was years ago.
Oh and yeah, it wasn't a brace. It was an alcohol repellant. Didn't work. There are more pics in my folder, or in the SGUK picture sets, whichever
Ah, mead. My dad always makes me buy it for him for birthdays and whatever. In fact, one of my earliest memories is of my parents arguing as my mother drank all the mead.
The meet on Saturday was predictably riotous, though I'm suffering for it now.
How did the christening go?
There was this older lady at work yesterday, and she somehow reminded me of you! She had really long red (no, ginger!) hair like yours. Apparently her family are from edinbourgh but she was born in harrow. She left with a bob How are you and cavelle doing?
And so is mead.
And so are you