Please bring me beer. The kids are drinking my stocks at an alarming rate. Extra mince pies will be left out. And you can help yourself to a large single malt.
A soon to be beerless, Filthy Engineer.
P.S They drink Corona.
PPS. They’ve now started
Whining on the wine.
PPPS. If they get near the whiskey, then you may only have to pass over their graves next year. It’ll save you a stop.