Chin Chin ………

Darrell came back from a little light mooching in town as pleased as flipping punch, a huge smile spread across his little face. His last stop had been at the charity shop at the end of our road, where he’d spotted two, small, pink cocktail shakers in the window, well, let’s just say he was in there like the proverbial shot ……

….. as he’s been after something exactly like this, Bertie sized, to teach his beloved nephew and protégé the art of making non alchofrolic, yet full bodied cocktails for our sleepovers.

Said shakers were marked up at £1.99 for the two, but Darrell cheekily dared ask the lovely lady in the shop if she’d consider selling him just one for £1 as he didn’t really need both of them.

However, when she looked at them a little closer, she decided that they weren't in as pristine a condition as she had first thought when she’d  put them in prime position in the window. She thought one looked a little rusty around the top and told Darrell he could have them both for a pound! Well, it would have only looked rude not too, wouldn’t it?

When he got home, the rust turned out to be just a bit of dirt and was easily removed.  One of the tops was a little on the tight side, but again nothing a gentle bang with a hammer and a little lubrication couldn’t fix.  Darrell was one happy bunny ……. now, let the shaking and stirring commence, happy days!