Having survived the hunters we headed into town where once we’d been strip searched (had our bags checked) we were treated to an excellent celtic rock band and firework display before the headline band. I knew things weren’t going to be good when they opened with heavy keyboards – there were no keyboards on stage. A mate asked for confirmation they were singing in English and if I could understand what they were singing; yes, no. Back home now, they don’t sound any more inspiring from here. Some amusing things on TV, I think we’ll stay in, Madame has asked if I mind if she opens the Porto, there’s a proper cork in it apparently, I better go help.
Edit: too late, I shouldn’t have finished typing the sentence. There are bits of cork all around the bottle, Madame has two fingers wrapped in tissue, blood on the corkscrew and it looks like I’ll have to finish making dinner.