Skull attack

In the evening Lorraine drove us to Brian and Yvonne's house. A cheery meal and a few drinks, with Marley the dog bringing me something to throw for her. Brian, who had not been drinking for weeks for charity, had a few drinks. He also gave us a skull bottle full of cider he had made in his shed. I believe it is quite pokey. Lorraine said we would give it back, full of sloe gin.