“That’s gout,” she said with a finality that was pretty final.
“Don’t be stupid. It’s not gout,” I responded weakly (rather than fortnightly). “I’m not rich or privileged enough to have gout. I don’t even drink port.”
I knew where this was going. She looked at me through Grand-Master eyes.
“They say that research has revealed that red wine is very bad for skin conditions.”
My petard was hoisted.
“You’re not putting that in you blog are you?”
I did not reply. She waited, but didn’t reply longer.
“The green bin needs to go out, anyway.”