The micro-brewery pub, @ the ♥ of the fictitional village of Little Sniffy, where beer is served straight from barrels on the bar:
The Whole Hog (Abv 9%)
Silk Purse (Abv 4.5%)
Pig’s Tale (Abv 4.25%)
Oink! (Abv 3.52%)
Trotters (Abv 3.1415926%)
These are the times that try men’s souls.
I’ve just had a crisis!
It’s over now, thank goodness.
Is it too early for a strong one?
😀 Good Morning, Angela. Tea?
What was the crisis?
It needs to be strong and sweet, I think.
(Isn’t that what they prescribe for shock?)
Oh dear! This is not sounding good!
Hot, strong and sweet coming up!
Haven’t said, “Good morning!”
Thank you, Tim.
That young Harry!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He opened the front door, without hanging onto the pup’s collar.
Oh dear. And the pup…
He thought it was wonderful!
Playing in the road.
He came when called, thankfully, and he’s back safely.
Phew! What a relief!
And what a well-trained pup! 😉
Thomas Paine, by the way 😉
🙂 Yes! It was Thomas Paine. The American Crisis.
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