The local Cider Society shed is tucked away at the back of the village Church. The last time any improvements were made of cleaning up done Queen Victoria was on the thrown.
Which reminds me one old chap, he had what you would call a cider drinkers face. Big red nose, face bright red and full of broken veins, black teeth. Sounds like a good advert for Strongbow :wft
He said to me Son (the scrumpy must have got his eyesight as well

Then you will only feel that the Worlds dropping out of your Bottom.

Self pity time over.
More adventures to look forward to in the morning.
Regards and Thanks, Handy

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