This sort of thing, in supermarket jargon, which I’ve heard a fair amount of these past 3 months, I can tell you, is called Facing-Up….and as you can see, I’ve even taken to carrying out such a task in our drinks cabinet at home.
Well, actually, that’s a lie, because I’ve always been a bit OCD, so have always regularly ‘faced-up’ anyway, as it makes sense, does being able to read labels.
Fact is though, apart from my Tesco nightshifts, I have pretty much DRANK MY WAY THROUGH LOCKDOWN.
How about you?
Truth be told, if I was to see all of the alcohol I have ever consumed in my entire life labelled and lined up in clear 5 litre buckets along Sarf’end seafront, well, I’d probably HAVE A FIT, because if it hadn’t have been for alcohol, then I’d have definitely, 100%, been retired years ago.
But hey-ho, what can you do?