December 15, 2012 by kitcac
I started to demolish a bottle of red wine when Stavros was upstairs getting ready for his annual night out with some Royal Marine Commandos, as most men do. Don’t they?
He came downstairs and saw I was “on it”. He was a bit perplexed.
“Where did you find that bottle of wine?”
“Er, in the wine rack.”
“What made you look there?”
“Its a wine rack. I thought there might be wine in it.”
“But I hid it. I pushed it really far back. How did you spot it?”
“With my eyes.”
I am a wily little fox.