However ... Big G (that's the old pot and pan) is coming home on Monday. He's away a lot, flying planes, so when he re-appears we all get a bit giddy and stay up too late. And, on account of the fact that he has a whopping great Airbus strapped to his derrier most of the time, he doesn't drink much when we're apart either. So next week I might have to break my new good habit and crack open the odd bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon to celebrate his home-coming. It would be rude not to, after all.