On returning from the gym, this morning, I found Marjorie in a terrible state so I rushed and poured a tumblerful of my Sports Lucozade from a bottle that was in the kitchen. She grimaced with the first sip and sobbed that she could not possibly drink that as it tasted like cough linctus, so I gave her a glassful of Original Lucozade.

Some time later I decided to drink the Lucozade that Marjorie did not like and gasped, because it was neat whisky. A Miracle!!

We do not always have wine with dinner when we are away doing exhibitions, but sometimes feel like a chhota peg ( a wee dram) to fortify ourselves so Marjorie decanted some whisky into the first available bottle. We never got around to drinking the whisky.