Get thee behind me Roger

So.  On Tuesday The Builder and I knocked up the somewhat surprising milestone of 2 weeks on the wagon with no days off or anything.  We were a bit surprised, purely because on the whole we had hardly noticed.  I happened to mention to a couple of people at work that we were wagonning, only because I had also mentioned that we had plans to go to Australia in February and to Japan in August.  If we are to afford both of these comfortably, then non-essentials will need to be curtailed and some will need to be abandoned.

We will, of course, step gently and gracefully off the wagon while in Australia and Japan, and also while in Salisbury in a couple of weeks and probably for Easter.  Otherwise, we are trundling through the days on our comfortable wagon, admiring the view.

So far, so sober.

Then I ran across Roger in the Adsetts Centre.  In appalled, disbelieving and horrified tones, he said that he had heard a rumour to this effect and was it true?  I confirmed that it was.  But, he said, it's NOT EVEN LENT YET (capitals definitely not mine!!!!!).  No indeed.  But needs must if we are to achieve all the things we want to achieve this year.  Money doesn't grow in even the most well cultivated orchard.

But what if you don't actually have to pay for the wine?  Er, ... Don't know.  Probably would hang on to it until an occasion arose when we were not on the wagon.

The very next day he appeared with a bottle of French red wine, produced by some famous French rugby player (of whom I had never heard!!) with the instruction that it needed to be left to breathe for an hour before reaching its best and that we absolutely had to drink it before we left for Australia.  We can do that.  We'll take it to Salisbury with us.

But who would have expected Roger to be trying to lead us from the straight and narrow?!?!?!?!?!?  I assume he had intended to get us to test the wine before he had heard of our sudden and unexpected move towards temperance.

The bottle is sat on my trolley at work, waiting for its trip to Salisbury.  It seems quite happy sat amongst the leaflets and books and other library paraphernalia.