Winey
Today’s labours are focused on removing the contents of the wine cellar to New Bellevue House. For obvious reasons, this task cannot be left to the yobs, lags and chavs in the employ of the removal company. I am, of course, ill-equipped for such work, so it falls to my trusted valet, Finial Padraigh Horan, and the oaf groundskeeper, Alistair MacTinkle, who seems surprisingly sober at this hour. Finial has accounted for every drop of claret and port and he’s warned Alistair of the consequences of temptation. Finial further asserts the entire task can be executed today. If he’s wrong, it’s Finial who’ll be executed. Amid this formidable collection there’s one prize above all others.