The first of 2012's exploders. I was sat at the computer on Wednesday night when I heard a 'pop'. Checking Claire in her bath, I ascertained that she was not the cause and ran downstairs to my bottles. I was too late - half the contents had shot out of the bottle, which is impressive going for a bottle stood upright. Refraining from sucking the carpet, I put the remainder in the fridge.
Claire saved me half of what was left for Friday night when I returned home from work at about 10:30, having put in a thirteen-and-a-half hour day. This is not an activity I would recommend. I had a baffled, vacant look that one might find on the walking dead. I drank my wine with rather more enthusiasm that I ate my evening meal.