Started slurping that with gusto. Cant really remember how it tasted, other than nice. By halfway through the second half, just after Marseille scored, it had gone! All of it. Well, I was now in a great mood, and scoured the kitchen. I stumbled across a bottle of nicely chilled Quinta Do Noval Dry White.
Well there was no stopping me now, cracked that open, and with ice started drinking that sucker! Around 1030pm, Debs asked if I fancied a Chip Butty. Never having had any class, and struggling to keep the room still, I wolfed down three pieces of bread with chips!.
I looked this morning, and there's two inches of white Port left in the bottle!
Does anyone else find themselves in these situations, or am I just a sad case???
Alan 
