Sharing a bottle is fine in theory, but I can’t help feeling Janie and I would be at a bit of a disadvantage…
…or possibly not, given the nature of what is on offer! It does rather sound like a culinary dare; maybe it would be be an appropriate aperitif before fugu chiri?
There are days when I’m very pleased that I don’t actually like Gin…
Carinthia.xx
I’m certain that someone, somewhere will have a vodka variation, Carinthia. I’ll go and look.
Soo xx
As I suspected:
https://www.thailandunique.com/alcohol-infusions
Many are out of stock, however.
How’s your poorly ear?
Soo xx
They sound disgusting, Soo
I was awake all night, & have, so far, got up twice today.
Sigh
Am going back to bed for a couple of hours. Ear is grumbling abit, & tum protesting at the antibiotics
Carinthia.xx
I think it’s all a con to stop Voddy drinkers, getting their full measure.
It’s like that tequila (Mexican vodka) and those blessed worms. S’all a con. :o)
That should ease tomorrow or the day after, Carinthia. I’m sure I read that antibiotics take 3 or 4 days to start working.
How long is your tablet course for?
Keep doing the sleep thing. That’s good for you.
Not so. They begin to work immediately and effects should generally be perceptible after the first full day. Only pointing this out because I imagine Carinthia feels quite sufficiently miserable without expecting another couple of days before any improvement!
Works best when a loading dose is taken - vets always do it, so I reckon it’s good enough for humans too.
The variety we always kept on hand for Himself were designed to be taken with a loading dose, which (usually) worked a treat.
They finish tomorrow- I have been on a ‘short, sharp’ course of 2000mg per day, for 5 days
Carinthia.xx
I’ve got some lemon grass vodka, some Stolly and some common or garden Smirnoff, if anyone wants to experiment.
“Spyder, spyder, burning bright
As I set the Red Label alight.”
Is that my coat? Thanks for fetching it.
(I do a bloody good Three Witches in the Scottish Shakespearean Play. All right I’m leaving, no need to push.)
You’re long by two syllables, second line, you triple witch, you.
Stolly, please. Is some form of IV arrangement lashable together? Grand.
I don’t see why not. You won’t mind doing the occasional bit of syllabic sorting, will you?
Not in the least. Meat and drink to me, young Aisling. Right. So this Stoli, then?
My dad thought vodka a drunkard’s drink and was mortified I had taken to it, but ensured that there was Stoli for me at home, in the days when that was a specialist vodka. But then my dad was a very lovely man.
Bottle and glass both handed to you, Gus. A Jesuit in Dublin once told me that it was considered bad manners in the Irish Province of the Jays to pour somebody’s drink for them because to do so was to imply that was all they could have. Both bottle and glass must be handed over to enable the guest to have as much as they want as often as they want.
Thank you kindly.
When the dear dad was particularly annoyed with me in a dispute, he would usually call me a Jesuit. Not sure where that gets us, mind. He was a hander over of bottle and glass. Even when I was too young to appreciate it or be wise about it, but paternal eyebrows are signals it is difficult to ignore.
Oh, and the best of health to you. Seconded by a noisily slurping cat. She seemed to take me typing that as some kind of cue so equally you might want to accept it as some form of bewhiskered endorsement. Or not, as the fancy takes you - although ignoring Mrs B. Cat is something I find one does at one’s peril.
I learned long ago to do as I was told. One used to nag me to move the Sun until her favourite patch of warmth and light was in the right place to curl up in. I tried playing Hide & Seek with her but she became anxious in case I didn’t find her. I had to go and hide with her, she was happy then.
To a dog, you are a deity of some sort. To a cat, you are tech support. (“I pay good money for this service…”)
Have you noticed cats sniff each other’s noses, dogs sniff each other’s bums? Meanwhile, horses think you’re their therapist.