What is this? Is it a plastic water bottle filled with urine? I did wonder when I extricated it from the bowels of the back of Will's cupboard. No....I am not fossicking around in there looking for 'stuff'. I am ripping out all the carpet in the bedrooms as we having new carpet after twenty two years. Yay!
We do not have a 'little man' to do the ripping up and furniture removing in preparation for the carpet layers. I am it. All the muscled, useful types are out in the fields swathing the canola. But I digress......
"What is this?" I said to Dad, shaking the vile looking liquid in the bottle. The only good thing to be said about it was that it wasn't tepid....
"Sniff it" he said, looking slightly nervous, and obviously not keen to do the 'nose test' himself.
"Sniff it yourself" I replied.
But being the brave bush woman that I am I did the deed and announced, "It smells like alcohol."
Suddenly, quite keen to sniff the liquid, my 'hunka spunk' agreed. "Smells like scotch."
We rang 'the son and heir' at boarding school in Perth and questioned him as to the contents of his water bottle.
"Scotch and vodka" he said, outrightly and unashamedly (has learnt that lying is a worse crime than the crime itself)
"Gleaned from the drinks cupboards of the parents of your day boy friends?" I asked
"Yes" he replied, obviously amazed at my visionary powers (Hello? I was young once too....)
"Would I be right in presuming you have yet to work over ours?"
"Yup" he said.......
Tip: Turn every bottle of grog in your drinks cabinet upside down before you mark a line on what's in the bottle. Brilliant! The youth of today can't work it out as the line doesn't match up with the level of booze in the bottle when they are trying to filch it.
Reminder to self: Stop slugging intermittently from the bottle or the above ploy doesn't work.
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