BN: I have taken a liking to a certain variety of alcoholic apple beverage* that seems only to be available in Notaroundhereingham, Nowhereshire. Double bad news, their website only has trade orders.
GN: a nice lady called Alex just left two cases outside, having delivered them herself on her way to visit her mum. And I got a fiver discount.
*Hurstwood Cider from the Eastery Sussexes. I normally abhor the sickly sweet, fruit-flavoured stuff which is basically Wkd for people whose taste buds have been in a terrible accident, but this proper appley goodness that tastes like it was made by people who drive tractors rather than press buttons on an apple-flavouring machine.