Long day today, up far too early and slow to get goin', meant late leavin' and late return.
On the way home I popped into a local hostelry and ordered up a pint of cider and a plate of bangers and mash, for our overseas listeners that is sausages and mashed potatoes.
Did I come unstuck? Well actually quite the opposite, it stuck in my throat. The next 20 mins saw me sitting bolt up-rite trying to swallow or shuffling to the privy to clear my throat. The staff had just done a doggy bag for me when it cleared, inward. The pint was not sacrificed and I eat at home.Is this just me or has the Devil's Puppeteer pulled a few strings.