G'night Dad

With his self-imposed habit of posting a drabble a day he really didn't want to break the rhythm he'd built up. Then his son, grandson and daughter-in-law-mit-der-baby-in-der-belly-haben turned up, not unexpectedly and said 'cider sounds good'. So he bought cider...good cider...and he thought he may as well polish off the single malt his sister left, and beforeyouknowit...heeees thinkin...oh sheet, I gotta drabble. I candoo this so he whips out the phone that's smarter than him and stabs blindly keyward thinknh heeez sofunnyan datzwhere hid sob leg dim to sleepitoff. zzzz