I’m not sure Gummy, before I went I swapped it with the gaffer for a bottle of Jamesons Irish Whiskey.
Wonderful read,many thanks, Fruity.
Me stomach had been a bit wonky lately, I think I got a stale pint somewhere, depth-chargers we used to call them, you’ll have an upset stomach for a few days after one.
I was finding it hard to keep food down but Phyllis came to the rescue with finely creamed mashed potatoes with 100% pure Irish country butter blended in, and several varieties of her special home made soup, all’s right again. as the saying goes “Slowly slowly catchee Monkey”.
Can dogs/cats eat those garden snails, saw me dog eating one today, I was too late to stop him, nothing wrong with him tonight.
Funny how years ago they were telling us all to avoid pure butter and they were coming up with all kinds of horrible fat free substitutes, now they tell us it’s good for us, well I never pay any attention to these food scientists as they like to call themselves, yes we all make mistakes but wait till your theory is well proved before you put it out as fact.
It’s amazing what the girls of my generation and before picked up from their mothers and grannies, they always knew what to give you when you weren’t feeling right.
My granny was also an excellent cook, she used to say, and these are her own words: “A good cook could make a sick rock eat”.
Before she was married she was a domestic in the mansion of an MP in Liverpool, she did pick up some odd sayings.
Who remembers the Cod-Liver-Oil, and the Senna pods that were smuggled into your tea by your mam, then the “trick” chocolate laxative called “Brute-Lax”, it couldn’t be more aptly named, it was brutal and showed no mercy, it attacked very suddenly when you least expected it, it blew the arse off us innocent kids.
Still it must have toughened up the old bread bin because none of my family ever had serious stomach trouble during their adult lives, except, like me, it was publican inflicted.
When yeh gotta run yeh gotta run. 
