Liebfraumilch?” Penny looked at the bottle in horror. “What the bloody hell are you doing buying Liebfraumilch?” “Did I?” replied Layla, surprised. “Sorry, I wasn’t concentrating.” Quickly downing the first glass of wine, she advised Layla to do the same. “The next one will be better,” she promised. “By the time we’re on our third, it’ll taste as good as Chablis.” Penny gulped whilst Layla sipped. Muttering almost to herself as much as Layla, she added, “Never mind, at least we’ve got plenty of chocolate.” “Oh, chocolate,” said Layla, one hand flying up to her mouth. “I forgot.” Forgotten chocolate? Crikey, things were bad.
