It’s my wife’s birthday today. My sister, knowing how we at the House of HappinessStan do love our plonk, sent her this card:
It kind of sums up our attitude to wine really! Ironically we met in a pub. We asked each other’s ages – I thought she was 25 (she wasn’t) and she decided at that point I was suitable marriage material. So there’s a lesson for all you batchelors out there – underestimate a potential bride’s age by a few years and you’re on to a winner (maybe).