Drinks to Remember, I, me and myself...

It's always difficult trying to decide which wine to choose when your palette is not permitted to sample to bouquets, noses, and subtle hints of those available aperitifs on the shelf in the local supermarket.

Luckily I found one which had my name on it.

We decided to opt for the "We are Cheaper than 1, 2 and 3" Supermarket today, which used to be our Supermarket of choice when we lived in Hell.

Strangely despite it having been remodeled in the 15 years since we left Hell, for the confines of Heaven it reverberated with the memories of the olden days.

Instead of doing the full shop, we grabbed all that we needed and headed directly to the check out, flying in haste to the first, and nearest check out, avoiding the woman with the big finger.

The Big Finger Operator, who had been not only a check out operator when we originally shopped here, but had been a neighbour, and to whom my beloved had offered a lift to college, what with us being "neighbourly" and all that.

She turned up at my door, and told me that she was unable to accept the lift which my husband had offered, because it was patently obvious the my beloved would not be able to resist her womanly charms.

In yer dreams hen, in yer dreams.