Dad used to like getting a cold, was his excuse. Always had arguments with his big brother who liked water with his whiskey, whereas dad reckoned the water was only good for putting under bridges and boats. When I could drink I couldn't get close enough to the stuff to drink it.
Was great when their cousin came over from the old country and after staying with the uncle presented a bottle of Glenfiddich (not sure of spelling), to which my uncle replied, "You shouldn't have." So she put it back in the suitcase and presented it to dad a the end of her stay with us. Dad kept it in the cupboard and only brought it out when his brother visited, "Shall we have a drink of Your whiskey?"
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