Making (it with) my day

Some customers are golden and they make the day all sparkletastic. *

Just had a huge fest o' the gab with a lovely Melbourne couple, early 70s pre-boomers, whitherwandering from cellar door to cellar door, talking grape and taking names. The marketing people call them 'grey nomads'. I call them plaid-covered sanity bearers.

He loved the wines, but good-naturedly admonished Littlebro and myself over the fact that we still haven't done a winemaking course ourselves and let our winemaker do the Jesus trick.

"I'm studying remedial therapy," say I, an ever-ready excuse bunny.
"It's complementary therapy - a massage and a glass of wine," I protest further.
Met with scorn. "Massage?" He screwed up his nose. "You can take your massage - I'd rather have a glass of wine and a screw."

Nice point, well executed. But that's still a kind of massage, isn't it? Kinda?

Wishing you all fantastic weekend massages.

ex-ohhhh-ex

b.t.w. - This week's Music To Mulch Merlot To: Marvin all the way, baby.
The Marv-pod has 'Let's Get It On' right after 'Our Father'...



* Don't get me wrong - occasionally I still get those ones I'd like to kiss with a brick.
You know who you are, lady who asked if we had a rubbish bin for the tasting glasses and when I put out my hand to take them, filled it with dirty tissues and aspirin casings from the ruinous depths of your handbag. We will have our time...