Saturday Saviour

Twelve days before Christmas and what a sorry state to be in for a Saturday evening.

Three near empty bottles of wine with just sufficient in them to almost pour a glass for the two of us.

OK, our evening meal was entirely informal with chicken thighs roast in the oven with a dash of olive oil and a sprinkling of herbes de Provence to add some panache to the flavour, mashed potato with chopped raw onion and broad beans to add a little colour even though they are scant acknowledgement to our more usual five-a-day.

But, then, it’s Saturday evening when we invariably feel we owe ourselves the pleasure of a little glass of wine after the week and the prospect of few demands for a Sunday morning.

So mindful that we had at home opened, but unfinished bottles of wine, I unreasonably thought while out shopping earlier in the day that we could live without a fresh bottle for this evening .

What I did not appreciate was just how little there was remaining in each of the opened bottles.

So no more than a couple of sips for me, and little more for my wife. I reasoned that my shortsighted thinking during the day was quickly landing me in trouble for the evening.

And then perhaps the saviour. . . my wife took one sip of the Pinot Grigio and decided that she didn’t really fancy the wine after all!

So back to good old fashioned water for me and lemonade for my wife, and no recriminations for me!