Eating my words

I was busy complaining earlier about people having fires on sunny Sunday afternoons when there's washing on the line, hopefully H's school shirts will be fresher by morning. Tonight Mr J starts one. It's probably one of the last few evenings it'll be warm enough to sit in the garden, with Eddie on my lap, drinking a glass of cider. I bought it from the bar when we went out for my birthday and I haven't seen it for sale anywhere since, Blind Pig Bourbon and blueberry Cider, my other flavour is Rum and Poached Pear, I think you could get drunk on the fumes when you open the bottle!