The alcohol flowed painfully slowly.
Ben was on top form. Showing his delightful appreciation for the distinctive flavour of the quality whisky that Rob managed to procure.
The inspiration also flowed, mind you.
I arrived, albeit slightly later than anticipated.
It’s been a busy week. What with newspapers to print, Menorah lightings to ignite the world and Chassidic gatherings to arrange.
The pickles in this delightful basement, south of
L’chaim to Ben. Wishes for a year of continued success as you ascend the elevator of life. Keep going MAN!
Rob wrote...
You were sitting at the wrong end of the table.
That'll do me. Plonka!
Ben wrote...
Thanks for the kind wishes...
Rochel wrote...
Nothing but the best wishes to Ben. Best of British luck (and the rest) in fulfilling your Hachlatos.
Hannah wrote...