The sweet and the sour

Some metaphorically crossed lines and miscommunication made for a fraughter than usual Tuesday morning. So I was quite glad really, when my late late lunch hour finally rolled around. I retreated to a regular prandial haunt, ordered a club sandwich and drank a bottle of dandelion and burdock. I had already developed a taste for d&b when I discovered a couple of years ago that this was my mother's favourite drink when she was a schoolgirl in Scarborough waaay back in the (early) 1950s. Folks knew how to make proper soft drinks back then - yes to flavoursome natural ingredients; no to a boatload of gaggingly sweet chemicals and saccharine...