Squash

I'm still waiting to go to the shop, but I'm having a squash-drinking compo with Father Bradley. I've downed seven glasses of Orange Barley already but I feel like spewing. A friend back on the mainland did Gin and Orange Barley once and spewed all orangey stuff around his house. I forget many things about the 'outside', but that stays with me.

My t-shirt is orange (under my garments - don't tell the Bishop).