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My wife had had a hard day. Starting at 09:30, it had been full on until 6pm. She arrived home worn out and tense. Dinner was ready, but she needed a drink first. “Ginger wine, please.” she requested.

Sitting comfortably, she merely sipped the sweet, warming wine. She didn’t need it; she just needed a sympathetic ear. At bedtime, most of the wine remained in the glass.... attracting dust.... and a passing fly.

The fly didn’t need the wine either, but like my wife, it wanted it.

This morning, there was the fly in the wine. It had passed... pissed!

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    Jeff Taylor over 1 year ago

    My wife prefers a nice cider, or a green tea when she gets in... Knackered out of her tree :)

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    Christopher over 1 year ago

    Reminds me of the angry fly on the toilet seat...he got pissed off (albeit a different kind of pissed than your fly!).

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    Neville Hunt over 1 year ago

    I’m partial to a bit of green tea myself, Jeff. Mrs H occasionally has a glass of warming ginger wine during the winter months, but yesterday it was clearly more symbolic. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to pour the unconsumed wine back into the bottle (for winter!), but the fly got there first... but it proved to be more toxic than intoxic!

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    Neville Hunt over 1 year ago

    Hehe! Christopher. I shall probably re-tell that on the golf course tomorrow (with your permission?)

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    Jeff Taylor over 1 year ago

    Mrs.T has a very large collection of green teas from Whittards. You'd get on well together! Most of our flies end up outside after using two tea-towels in a windmill configuration to shoo them out 😊

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    Neville Hunt over 1 year ago

    Getting them outside is an ongoing challenge for me, Jeff. I regret I’m not a shooer myself, I’m a zapper! I have to hang my head in shame when Jamie’s about though 🥴.

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    Christopher over 1 year ago

    Absolutely, Neville. I'm not the author of that anyway. I think that was one my dad used to tell (but I don't think he was the author either!).

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    Jamie Clapperton over 1 year ago

    The only person who should hang their head in shame when I'm about is me , sometimes. I just wish there were fly size wine glasses, A friend of mine feeds oats to slugs and I wish there were Mollusc size porridge bowls , too,

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