My beautiful wife (who rarely drinks and has no clue about anything alcoholic) sent me a text today asking if there was any wine at home for cooking. Yes i replied back (without thinking in the middle of doing a hundred different things at work). I came home to a beautiful roast lamb, gravy and all the trimmings meal. Awesome! After that I put the kids to bed. Drank one of dr smurto's beers. happy days....
Later on during conversation the bottle of wine came up... I got it from where all of the "other" bottles are she said. Dread struck me. In vain i asked "Where was that?, in the carton that i got from the wine sale down the road for 3 bucks a bottle the other day?" .... no, she said. It was one of the ones in the top cupboard.. oh ****. Took a look at the bottle and realized that she had used one of my bottles that i had bought from woodstock in the mclaren vale and had been saving for the last 5 years for a special occasion
Oh well at least the gravy tasted nice.... And in case anybody was wondering the 2006 woodstock cab sav is drinking very well at the moment.