Festive drinking day 3.
Returned safely with the kids from the clutches of Skeletor (mother in law) relatively unscathed.
Drinking steadily for most of the day, but the big let down was the promised whiskey.
I don't know what it is with the wife's dad, but every time he says "Youse like whiskey...I'll get some in for yer visit".
I hurriedly and purposely pre fix the word "whisky" with the words..."single malt" (emphasis on malt) in an annual and vain attempt to avoid what is fast becoming the inevitable.
It seems, to my father in law, that the translation of the phrase "single malt whiskey" is in fact, "Teachers".
Thankfully, there was a rather nice bottle of Southern Comfort available to compensate.
Tomorrow is the big test, as it's off to my eldest sisters house (a recovering alcoholic) for what will be the stiffest endurance drinking challenge this side of New Years Eve.
Wish me luck.
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