A bottle of Jago vanilla vodka.
To stare at longingly for a while yet.
Actually, I think I'm going to put it in the fridge-temp utility room/wine cave until my mother gets here and finds it and chirps, 'Oh, what's this?'
Um, nothing Mom. I bought it for you (just don't drink all of it or I'll have to get medieval).
Davie starts stamping his feet (literally!) to go out around 7 at the weekend.
My kids don't even get up at 7!
Doggie flap!
