in vino veritas

My mother lives next to a very dangerous man. I knocked on his door just to say hello and suddenly I was in to his basement surrounded by lots of little wine barrels, glass in hand.

I sampled. And sampled. And then there was food to taste with the wine of course - almonds, chocolate, olives, peppered sausage and oh, God, the stilton.

I can't be trusted with stilton.

And my glass was refilled, as if by magic, again and again. My husband, bless him, saw that I was becoming a little too giggly than was wise and took me home.

I slept very, very well.