Soak up the sundowner
May 16, 2019
3 minutes
THE sundowner, ah, the sundowner. If anything conjures up images of the British overseas, it’s the sundowner. Indeed, I can just see myself after a hard day’s graft overseeing pater’s rubber plantation, sitting with the memsahib on the verandah of our bungalow as an elegant, be-turbaned figure pads quietly across the lawn with the first chota pegs of the evening. Gosh, darling, was that the gong? It’s nearly time to change for dinner. What time are the Oakshotts expected? Oh, and is
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