Pablo Picasso Mandolin and Guitar

they sat in a row under the hedge, putting off the moment when they’d need to start work again. A glugging noise came from the end of the row.
‘It’s not WHEN HE BECOMES INADVERTENTLY INEBRIATED. ‘Cor,’ said Spigot. Bill Door took a long swig.
‘And I saw swallows flying low,’ said Duke.’And partridges are heading for the woods. And there’s a lot of big snails about. And -‘ ‘I don’t reckon any of them buggers knows the first thing about meteorology,’ said Spigot. ‘l reckon you goes around telling ‘em. Eh, lads? Big storm comin’, Mr Spider, so get on and do somethin’ folklorish.’
Bill Door took another drink.been a bad old summer, then,’ said Spigot. ‘And good harvest weather for a change.’‘Ah . . . many a slip ‘twixt dress and drawers,’ said Duke.’Last night I saw a spider spinnin’ its web backwards. That’s a sure sign there’s going to be a dretful storm.’‘Don’t see how spiders know things like that.’Gabby Wheels passed a big earthenware jug to Bill Door. Something sloshed.WHAT IS THIS?‘Apple juice,’ said Spigot. The others laughed.AH, said Bill Door. STRONG DISTILLED SPIRITS, GIVEN HUMOROUSLY TO THE UNSUSPECTING NEWCOMER, THUS TO AFFORD SIMPLE AMUSEMENT