After a nerve wrenching shopping trip yesterday, the wife and I had dinner and then sat back with a coffee, some nice sweet stuff and a glass of Metaxa. The wife went to bed and me and the bottle of Metaxa became good friends. This morning I woke up not feeling too bad but by lunch time I thought death could be an alternative. When I was younger I would have drunk the bottle of Metaxa and half a dozen pints, partied to the early hours and then gone to work. Not any more. What happened ??