Had a week in Yamba with Jane. It was great. I’m not allowed to tell you how great it was because nobody who knows anything about Yamba wants anybody else to know how good it is. But seriously. Loved the beaches, the pub in the hill, the Turkish cafe, the fish and chips, the bacon and egg rolls at Gather, the reasonably priced weekly pass at the well-equipped gym, the wifi at our rental beach house. All good.
I came home to discover my bottle of cheap Irish whisky was no more. And my bottle of expensive Japanese whisky wasn’t doing much better.
I suspect teens may have been involved.
If this post had started with "Had a week in Yamba with Jane and a bottle of expensive Japanese whisky" the ending would've been a happier one. Learnings for next time ...
Save the bottles, put tea in them in preparation for your next holiday. Hide the new bottles. You have a guard kitten don't you?
It seems that your house is infested with the same invisible liquor gremlins that were in my house growing up. Tricky little things. Unfortunately, there is no way to get rid of them....they just seem to disappear over time.
They will also dilute vodka with water. Be careful. They made my poor parents look like cheapskates during a dinner party once.
It appears that the struggle is in fact, real. Best lock up the good booze in future too.
The first rule of holidaying in Yamba is...
Yamba is hard to beat. Too bad about the whisky. To paraphrase from Scooby Doo “.... those pesky kids....”