Bottle in front of me

Mel is in town visiting the parentals, so she came round last evening and we went to Chop Chop for a meal. (It was very good - thanks for the tip, Queenie!) We blethered the night away as usual.

Today work was....work and didn't leave time for much else. I realised when I got back and was cooking a meal that I hadn't taken any photos; so I just blipped what was in front of me on the table, being a nice bottle of wine that M brought us all the way from French France.

This reminds me of something a friend saw written on the wall of a gents public toilet in Cambridge about 40 years ago.

"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy."

;-)