Disaster woman.

No this isn’t a gory scene that I’m re-enacting from a horror movie, it’s the moment when your long awaited bottle of fizzy wine decides to explode at the moment of un-corking
and you hope what you’re covered in is just wine and not your own blood.

This particular bottle of wine was a gift from my sister and had travelled all the way from Italy, pity we couldn’t use straws for all that wastage.
Ah well, cup of tea it is then after a mass cleaning of the crime scene…

slashed

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Posted on March 28, 2016, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

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