All will be revealed in the fullness of fillings……………….probably after Dezember, though. Maybe Zeptember?
Anyroad, it's me birfdy on Satdy sowam treatin' mesen, m'duck. Ah've awreddy gorrinuff socks an' pants an' ah dunt want no maw tiyaz neevah.
DM

O yesh it hash! Bought that beggar firsht…………… shtill gorranuvver bockle left, too!

Speaking of Sanatogen and the like, my first father-in-law (I used to collect them) had a fondness for 'Wincarnis Gold'. He was from Tennessee and had become attached to the stuff while he was a GI over here. Apparently they don't sell it in Dallas, Texas. Whenever he and his truly delightful wife* came over to see their daughter he used to drag me round all the local wine shops trying to find the stuff. It tasted foul – like treacle and cough mixture – but I was usually rewarded with a bottle of something else far more palatable for my efforts.
On the other hand Liz's Dad was a Yorkshireman and apparently only partial to past-its-sell-by-date, supermarket-brand canned lager…….. Ee they're careful folk, tha' knows.

(*The Hectoring Harpy from Hades)