Today bleach and tonic is not in the rudest of health. It’s obscene. Today bleach and tonic is suffering the consequences they so airily dismissed between the seventh and the eighth last night.
Last night, Bleach and Tonic cavorted, wild and rude and rolling in landwrecked laughter, shipped adrift on a lake of booze, rolling, loling. Oh, last night last night. Last night was soft edges smiley. It fades into dusty memories today, and today is a day of harsh lines, hard truths and lieing in unmade beds. Today is not cleaning, of no tonic, but of sofas and comfort, solace in the softness memory and solace in tea.
We’re not actually drinking zoflora, it’s for dramatic effect you see.