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August 20th 2010    Tim Candler

    There are some expressions which capture.  "Key's in the ginger jar."  I recall these words with precision, and I recall the moment I heard them.

    There had been drinking.  A hard cider made locally and off which no revenue had been drawn.  The drink itself was green in its dimpled plastic jug.  It was Monday, around noon.  Late Summer into Autumn, with a warm rain.

   In a brewing demijhon, a rice wine into which mint had been recently added.  An awkward decision perhaps, but I would argue that amongst the drinking classes experiment is probably still fashionable.

    The key itself was a back door key, and the ginger jar, like so many other things, had been mislaid.  

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