Over the summer we had a glut of lemons so I made lemonade. In fact, I made a batch and I had loads of squeezed lemon juice left over which I put in the fridge to deploy later in a second batch.
When I went to make the second batch, there was the lemon juice gone, as they say. I began to make inquiries and it transpired that Mr. Waffle believing it to be lemonade had drunk it neat with Viking valour. It was a bit bitter he conceded but he did it. He didn’t want to complain about the lemonade quality. Oderint dum metuant as my father used to say.
