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Fellow Wine Lovers,<\/span><\/p>\n Sometimes an email just writes itself.\u00a0 Incidents and accidents that occur through the working week and slowly ferment and bond until Thursday evening when they are fined and filtered, made presentable and then bottled and labelled the Weekly Wine.<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019ve been King of the Shop all week now, ruling with a rod of iron, bottles all standing to attention in serried rows, dog banished to the back room, Wayne banished to Greece. <\/span><\/p>\n As all great rulers know, with power comes great responsibility.\u00a0 It\u2019s no longer just a question of putting your clothes on the right way round, having breakfast, walking to work and trying to be there on time; no, deliveries need to be organised, orders placed, sales made and money taken \u2013 every day apparently.<\/span><\/p>\n So, to the flesh of this email.\u00a0 As you may know we do the Park Vintners Wine Club Monthly Case which we deliver to between 30 and 40 customers each month and most of this happens in the first week of the month, in the evenings, once people are back home from work and the kids are in bed.<\/span><\/p>\n Yesterday afternoon I parked the Park Vintners Delivery Enabling Solution (the car, in old money) some way down the road ready for such evening deliveries.\u00a0 An hour or so later I saw that there were a couple of spaces free outside the shop, which would be useful to park in, since I had rather a lot of cases to load up.\u00a0 Jogged down the road, got the car, parked it right outside the shop \u2013 King of the Shop, King of Arthur Road Parking I was thinking smugly to myself as I walked up to the locked shop door.\u00a0 Good security, less useful if the keys are still inside. <\/span><\/p>\n I am now #1 Idiot of Arthur Road, stuck outside, slightly bereft of ideas.\u00a0 Clearly breaking in was an instant option but I hoped (and still hope) that if someone started breaking into our wine shop then some good citizen might call the police.\u00a0 In a far more regal and elegant manner, fitting my status as King, I went around to the back of the shop, forced the gate, borrowed a ladder off some builders and climbed in the back window.\u00a0 Far less criminal.<\/span><\/p>\n Once emotionally reunited with my keys, having washed the blood from my hands and regained my composure it was time to take the ladder back.\u00a0 When I had borrowed it, the scaffolder had said \u2018that\u2019s the wine shop isn\u2019t it \u2013 boys we\u2019ve struck lucky!\u2019 which was a fair point as they didn\u2019t look like they would have much use for a dry cleaner or some sewing supplies.<\/span><\/p>\n So what to give: ros\u00e9 might have ended in claret being spilt everywhere, vodka might have had the owner of\u00a0 the property a trifle upset, so I settled for the globally accepted expression of male gratitude \u2013 a six-pack of cold beers.<\/span><\/p>\n Cheaper for me than a locksmith, and well received by them after a hot day in the sun!<\/span><\/p>\n Sambrook\u2019s 5th<\/sup> Birthday \u2013 Beer as a thank you!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n