That's odd,
it must have been before your traditional visit to the Flying Pig Inn as I didn't notice you swaying too much when I passed you but you do need to do something about all those dogs you had bouncing around inside it. I didn't think that was legal.
Your flagon of cider has been delivered to HGFC and awaits your collection. The poor car was like a mobile cider shop on the way back from Somerset - all those pilots and the like wanting copious amounts of the stuff fetching for them.
