Happy hour

My youngest, who has barely turned 18 wants to go to drama school. Getting in to drama school, assuming you didn't go to Eton - which seems to have a fast track entry program - is as easy as pushing that proverbial camel through the eye of a needle. He made 1st reserve for one school in London, but nobody dropped out so he needs to try again next year.

Showing an ability to wangle himself into things he is completely unqualified for, which will come in very handy in his future, he managed to talk his way into a bar job making cocktails, despite having no experience whatsoever. Now I come home to find him raiding the alcohol cupboard to practice his skills in his spare time.

This original creation, which needs a suitable name, was just what I needed after another delightful day at work.

Cheers.