There’s something else on your desk next to the swear jar: a glass of gin and tonic. Well, ginger tonic. It’s Schweppes. You can’t stop drinking that fizzy ale. You guzzle down the rest of an open can – it’s warm – and toss the empty out the pool house window. 

Not only are you a ginger ale drunk, but you’re a litter bug, too. What would Hoot the Owl say?

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