My mother was a cordial snob. She hated fruit cup cordial and refused to buy it. Much to my childish dismay. We had the red stuff.
I would hang around at my friend’s places, the ones whose Mums would buy the blessed fruit cup flavour, and wait for an offering of the golden juice.
This week, as the heat and humidity of summer hit, I purchased a blow up paddling pool, a bag of ice and a jug of the holy grail of flavoured cordials. Ahhhhhhhh I’m 10 years old again. Joyful summers spent in the water sipping the illicit drink, happiness personified.
Ps. all my friends wanted the red stuff that their mums wouldn’t buy! :oD