So over many years (about 15-18, since he owned his own house, and moved out from his M&D's) Hubby has built up quite a collection of different Whiskys, his Scottish heritage will be proud of.
The collection filled 2 1/2 packing boxes when we moved. We won't mention the one I opened and the cork split and went into the bottle - oopsie. Don't worry decanted and put into crystal decanter. We have a Whiskey label which he hangs on the Bells (perfect for making Hot Toddies, saraledge to use a single malt for this purpose). Also we won't count the one that was on the side and something fell off the shelf and smashed the bottle all over the cooker (built into worktop), for which I got into BIG trouble.
Following last diagnosis we counted the remaining bottles, as he has used up some since we moved and I haven't bought him any to replace them. He had about 25 bottles, so decided to see how many bottles we could get through. At 2 a night, we were going great. But the last couple of weeks with him feeling bad he hasn't had any.
But tonight he asked for a Whisky, so perhaps we can get through a few more (at least the open bottles, of which we have about 5 - all different) as it would be sacraledge to just pour them down the sink.
Umm wonder if that what was made him ill - co-codydramol and Whisky? Oh well, they were 12 hours apart (can't quite manage 24 hours). Perhaps I can convince him to have more steriods.
