In a belated celebration last night, my good friend K came over to
help me drink the bottle of bubbly that has been in the fridge in anticipation
of me completing my epic cross country.
I love talking flying with K, she asks questions which shows she’s
genuinely interested and she’s clever enough to understand the answers. She’s
not a massive fan of flying and my YouTube videos fascinate and horrify her in
equal measures.
In being a good hostess it appears that I’ve discovered another,
previously unknown skill. Up until this point opening any kind of sparkling
wine has been RTHs domain. I hate "poppy" bottles. I don’t like the fact that
they go “bang!” without warning. Well RTH wasn’t home, so here I am with a
bottle of decent fizzy and a thirsty guest.
Hesitantly I removed the wire cage. The bottle didn’t immediately
explode in my face, so far so good. I placed a cloth over the cork and recalled
vaguely reading something about twisting the bottle rather than the cork.
Yep it works, with a discreet pop the bottle opened, the contents
remaining inside. Probably a little more proud than the occasion called for but
it seemed appropriate to celebrate one achievement by accomplishing something
new!
We accompanied our champagne with a cheap and cheerful meal from
the local Greek takeaway.
Champagne, Shwarma and good company.
A good way to celebrate
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