In vino veritas

Managed to get on the wrong bus when heading home from a brief visit to town this afternoon.   This error meant us having to take refuge in a half way house to wait for the correct vehicle.   The particular HWH happened to be licensed.  As a result we were able to pass the time between buses, and some, by sampling the delightful produce from Argentina and Spain. Wonderful reds, the colours you will understand, were available, at  price.  I must learn to take the (Red) bull by the horns and purchase by the bottle, not the glass.  My pension will go further!    I forswore beer for the month of January, and have found some solace in wine, particularly the red variety, albeit somewhat diluted with soda or simple sparkling water.  Very refreshing, and totally devoid of hops, which is (are?) what I'm avoiding by excluding beer from my diet, thus endeavouring to restrict my body's production of estrogen, in turn limiting the growth of my moobs.   "Too late" do I hear my close friends say?   Well just you wait and see!