I used to visit my nanna Laurel, at her nursing home, most mornings after the gym. Around 9.30.
She liked a whisky chaser with her morning cup of tea. Just the 50ml Johnny Walker plastic bottle.
I used to look pretty tragic buying them just as the grog shop opened.
I would try and explain and say "this is for my nanna". They would give me this pathetic look. (A dobber and a drunk).
As she was nearly blind I would pour it into a little glass for her and she would always say "Not too much water with that Jany". I always took the empties home.
Her other weakness was flagon sherry, another classy purchase.
Not only did the grog shop people think I was a closet drunk, they thought I was dirt cheap.
Every once in a while I use an old hand bag and find some empty Johnny Walker bottles.
Not such a good look either.
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