The pirahna isn't happy. That isn't unusual but this time she really, really isn't happy.
Several months ago I set up a wine plan with Laithwaites www.laithwaites.co.uk. It's absolutely bloody brilliant.
Every three months a box of 12 bottles is delivered to my house. I never know what day they are going to arrive or what selection will be in the box, except that there will be six reds and six whites, and that they will all be immensely gluggable.
Each time I get home from work and that familiar box is there waiting, it's like a unexpected birthday, and each time I celebrate it by getting royally pissed for a week.
So why is the Piranha so snapping mad? It appears the wine is being inadvertently charged to her credit card. Cheers.