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There’s a bottle of Spanish Cabernet on my brother-in-law’s worktop – opened.

There’s a bottle of Sicilian Sangiovese on the wine rack – unopened. I cannot open it ‘til the Cabernet’s finished. Those are the rules in the household.

There’s less than half of the Cabernet left. It’s almost 2am and I’m thinking of putting it out of its misery to speed up the process of moving on to the Sangiovese.

There are two problems though:

1) my brother-in-law: he’s still in his prime in the memory department – he’ll remember just how much was left.

I could always tell him the rat drank it. Or the tooth fairy.

2) There’s another bottle of unopened Cabernet on the rack so there’s no guarantee that the Sangiovese will be the next one to be popped open (even though you’d think he’d have had enough of the Cabernet after the first bottle).

So, what do I do, dear reader? Down the rest of the Cabernet and hide the other one? Then when my brother-in-law wakes up, upon discovering two of his bottles have ‘mysteriously’ disappeared, he’ll be so distraught that he’ll want to console himself with the Sangiovese.

Sounds like a plan?

No?

Ok, how about I just drink the bloody Sangiovese? What’s the worse that could happen? Pound-for-pound, I’m bigger than the guy so he couldn’t possibly wrestle me to the ground! (not in front of the children anyway, so if I go everywhere the kids go, I’ll be just fine).

It’s not as if I won’t share it with him once I open it, though. I’ll only have a glass. Or two.

Make it three. And a quarter.

I’m quite sad, aren’t I?

It’s ok, you can say it!

Don’t judge me – just admire my courage …and my complete lack of willpower!

Ciao!

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