Vampervan

Pint No.32 drained.

Which sounds a lot until discovering that my neighbours at the recovery drink-and-biscuit table had clocked up 44 and 83 respectively.

Nevertheless, the conversation at the table is always the lament for tea.


(You used to get tea and biscuits after a donation before Elven safety got involved, now it's squash if you're lucky.  Still get a choccy bikkie though.)