Is it only me or does anyone else remember jumping onto the bed from the hallway – just in case there was a monster under your bed? It rarely occurs to me anymore that there might be something nefarious under my bed waiting to “get” me.
However, I’ve been staying at Brother-in-Spain’s house for the past 2 weeks and decided that a peek under the bed – just to see – might help me sleep better (I might also sleep better if the neighbourhood dogs would shut up at night). Look what I found!
There was a box of LAN Reserva Rioja 2005! That doesn’t seem scary at all. I discovered that my brother had been stockpiling wine anticipating my visit. The last time he stockpiled anything was the Y2K scare – I think he still has a year’s supply of sardines and bottled water left.