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desperanceJust for a minute there, I nearly had an alcohol catastrophe.
I went downstairs for another glass of wine, to find the bottle empty.
Oh, I thought, a little blankly. Okay, then. Gin!
But! The gin bottle! Empty!
Shriek.
I went to the alcohol-cupboard more in loss than desperation, utterly confident that there wouldn't be a spare bottle of gin, because there never is; and, y'know what?
There was. Hiding in among the whiskies and the rums and vodkas. Phew. So gin it is...
I went downstairs for another glass of wine, to find the bottle empty.
Oh, I thought, a little blankly. Okay, then. Gin!
But! The gin bottle! Empty!
Shriek.
I went to the alcohol-cupboard more in loss than desperation, utterly confident that there wouldn't be a spare bottle of gin, because there never is; and, y'know what?
There was. Hiding in among the whiskies and the rums and vodkas. Phew. So gin it is...