What a lovely thing to hear your Gran cautioning against. And especially when the admonishment is directed, not at you, but at herself. We still polished the bottle of wine though. It was a good one. An Argentinian red, won at a charity raffle we'd been to that afternoon in the village hall. Since when did I become lucky? You might ask yourself. Good question.
It shan't last.
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