I interrupt this blog to thank the kind lady over at In a Coma who chipped in for a glass of sherry.
She’s a Melbourne girl, and understands the plight of the pensioners who find it increasingly difficult these days with the cost of living increases to get a good bottle of sherry. Dear me, last week, what with the gas bill, the arthritis pills and the cat license, I had to get a bottle of cooking sherry. The young chap in the bottleshop asked me what I was going to cook. What a drongo. Young people of today have no idea of hardship. In my day we would never waste a drop of cooking sherry on cooking.
I’m just about to have a little sip now with my slippers off