Passing place

Hungerford is the place for funerals. Our impromptu visit to the McBrevities revealed not only that they’d been to a funeral there too, last week, but for two-not-oneupmanship, they had also been to two more funerals there earlier this year. It seems that Hungerford might be a passing place, rather than a place to live.

Our deceased centenarian though put her own longevity down to cider vinegar and honey daily. I couldn’t drink alcohol, as I was driving, but Steve was all out of cider vinegar so I hoped that his tonic water might do the trick too.