Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Getting premature with alcoholic logic.

As you may recall, we had my parents staying with us a couple of weekends ago. We all had a good time, but there was the usual pre-visit flurry of activity; tidying up, vacuuming, preparing the spare room, putting a cover over one chair so the dog can sit on it, getting a few groceries in and - in Julie's case - worrying about the bottle of wine and the small bottle of spiced rum in the dining room.


This is the woman who proceeded to get a little squiffy on the bottle of wine she shared with my father when we went out for a meal.