Sundowners

Often, where we live you get invited in for sundowners. An excuse to drink, the trouble is my drinking habits have slowed down and I ask for coke! Now that puts a spoke in it. ‘But you drink red wine’ is the reply.

‘Yes but first I’d like a soft drink if you have one?’

‘ A diet coke O.K?’

‘No I drink my coke straight.’ I never could see how they were supposed to taste the same, ‘cause they don’t.

‘Oh, how about red wine?’

So red wine it is, and to slow it down I ask. ‘Could I have a glass of water as well, still water please, not sparkling?’

‘Not sparkling!’

‘No still, and not from the tap.’ On Tenerife the calc in the tap water is horrific, and you can get gallstones easily. Well over a number of years anyway.

‘If you’re worried about gallstones you needn’t. It takes quite a few years, and you’re well over seventy!’

Now! it seems I’m a grumpy old man, over fussy and difficult. My wife can see invitation books having our name scrubbed out throughout the neighbourhood. ‘He’ll have sparkling water.’

So its red wine and sparkling water, thank goodness we don’t have to drive home.

I do like wine especially red wine, Beaujolais is a favourite and one day I’ll tell you about the Feté Raclet that is held the first weekend in October.