When our neighbours go on trips, one of my kids takes care of their cats. And generally, I drive them to the airport and pick them up when they come back. They keep telling me “when you travel, we’ll do the same for you”, but the thing is, I don’t travel. I hate flying, I don’t have the cash to go anywhere, and in any case, I’d rather be home writing. That may change when the kids are both well embarked on their adult lives, but for now, that’s the way it is.
So instead, this last time, said neighbours brought me duty-free booze. Which is very welcome, especially since hot toddies are probably the only way I’m getting through this cold. Alcohol kills germs, right?
So, yeah. They brought me a very nice bourbon. I could get very, very used to this.