IH called up the stairs to MS that she would open the Prosecco.

“Don’t”, he cautioned. “Rousse is down there and she’ll guzzle the lot. Just uncork a bottle of wine”.

They didn’t realise that I had overheard them from the kitchen until I joined the conversation with my offer. If we (I) finished the Prosecco, they were welcome to raid the fridge. There they would find two bottles of Champagne (both of which were mine), ready to serve with caviar.

I spent the remainder of the evening helping MS with the washing up, and learning weight loss tips from IH.