I have had a wee bit of bother with the special brew
, well, actually a BIG bit of bother.
Unfortunately, the concoction blew up and the Fire Service had to be summoned. (No it wasn't deliberate, I prefer sailors in uniform)
Big Jim and I are looking for somewhere to lay down our weary, sticky, pungent heads. We happened to be sniffing the brew, when it all went pear shaped. ?
Our brewery is no more!
Please, please, please may we doss down in the Argy for a few nights?
On a lighter note, I have invited the whole fire crew down to the Argy after they finish their shift. There are a few Adonises or to be grammatically correct (once a pedant, always a pedant, and proud to be one!) Adonides in the crew.
Under no circumstances, allow Chewy near them, she will eat them alive.