...hardly ever see the stuff, delicious though it is.
....and then it turns up somewhere unexpected.
CHAVSDA
...a whole rack full of the stuff. Spotted by the Feral Urchin, with untold glee. After some jumping on the spot and clapping (by me) ten bottles were selected. These were conveyed (six bottles in my basket, plus one hand-held per urchin) to the '20 items or less' self service checkout. There a bemused operative confirmed that I was indeed over 18, though possibly certifiable.
(as an aside, my Asperger's 11 year old pointed out that the sign should read '20 items or fewer'. I was so proud I could have wept...)
..so beware. For the next few weeks incomprehensible and/or inappropriate posts from me are likely to appear at about, say, 11pm.
...and no. I haven't opened a bottle yet...