So we're moving in less than two weeks time. It's a good time to start packing the things you know full well you won't use/ consume/ strap on before the move. Today we picked up some sturdy wine boxes from Sainsbury's, and filled them with the week's food and wet bog roll. (And some more wine, I noticed, despite being told to pare heavy goods purchases). Anyway, on returning home, I packed up all the bottles of spirits, a couple of bottles of vintage champagne we'd bought during the Thresher's yuletide bonanza, and most of the wine, leaving 4 or 5 bottles to see J through the pre-move.
The Panic set in pretty quickly, with Jonny hastily rummaging through the boxes, 'sweating cobs' and accusing me of lady-controlling his epicurean enjoyment of good wine. Or, as he put it, looking at the full wine rack I'd left: "Ww-w-where's all my wine?" Now, he *knows* that between now and the move, the only beverage propah I'll be drinking is half a bottle of pop when we exchange contracts. His drinking regime at home is never more than half a bottle of wine or a couple of beers... no more than 5 nights a week. Unless, of course, we're socialising, taking all the edges off, or my Dad's staying. Despite this, he's arranged for the following items to be made available, remaining unpacked :
1 bottle Sancerre
1 bottle Pinot Grigot
1 bottle Chablis
3 bottles '05 Bordeaux (on special offer today)
Several shots worth of Zubrovska Bison Grass Vodka (traditionally a 'quick fix' when aforementioned Dad is in town)
1 bottle sake
1/4 bottle VSOP champagne cognac
We move in 10 days.
