Guess what I opened tonight. A bottle of Jura 10-year-old
single malt. It was my payment for making up some figures for a woman and
completing her tax return.
I’ve also got a bottle of really cheap scotch in the cupboard
(full strength, of course) and I was going to drink that first. It’s always
been my way to save the best ‘til last, but these are changing times. It struck
me that I might get run over by a bus next week, and then there’d be a bottle
of Jura 10-year-old malt sitting in the cupboard for somebody else to drink.
Tempus fugit.
Come to think of it, my Chinese ghost is a sort of example
of leaving the best ‘til last, but I didn’t choose that one.
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