Damp squid...

... With a flash of (borrowed) inspiration (we know many folk in Care Homes) I took a pretty glass, filled it with Sherry and offered it (along with our bag of presents) at arms length at the door. All were whisked away, the door closed (sensibly) and within two minutes the empty glass was returned to my hand (!).
My plan had been to speak on the phone whilst taking an old-fashioned aperitif ‘together’, but all genteel plans are off these days.
As are any kind of birthday celebrations.
Sad.
An understandable damp squib.

Happy Friday One and All.
The wine forecast is probably ‘necessary’ :-)