Saturday was shopping; Sunday was organising. Mr G cleaned the shelves, decanted the sorry bits at the bottom of many a bottle and totally reorganised our l’il home bar.
All of the miniatures now live in a sturdy brown box out of view, while the wine and Champagne is lined up for military inspection in our specially built racks. Ms S kept out of it. Like tending the barbecue and taking the rubbish out, this is his domain and when he stands back and surveys his work, she can tell he couldn’t be happier.