Clinking glasses

My hearing has probably deteriorated over the years (in fact I know it has), but I can still always here the pop of a cork and the clinking of glasses. So I peered over the fence, and lo and behold, some posh folk were sipping drinkies in Queen Street Gardens.

Still it was only a few minutes later that I was comfortably ensconced in a Broughton Street watering hole sipping a drinky of my own.