The boffins have now concluded that phenloic compounds - chemicals found in plants and champagne - can alter proteins in the brain for storing memories. Just one or two glasses a week might be all you need to reap the benefits.
So that's me down to L*dl in the morning, if I give him 1 or 3 glasses a night I'm on a winner.
1. cos he'll fall asleep, oh bliss.
2. I'll be helping his memory.
We're having a new bed delivered and he has asked me at least twice a day for the past week 'is your new bed coming on Thursday?'. Told again, NO IT IS BEING DELIVERED TO THE COURIER ON THURSDAY AND THEN THEY WILL CONTACT ME, he asked me last night whilst I was preparing dinner, the rash though to bop him on the head with the greasy wooden spoon I was holding was dispelled only because of my preaching to my son that 'violence solves nothing'. Wouldn't want to spoil my spotless record.
So I have now stuck up 2 A4 sheets in marker pen - one above the bed, the other on the cooker hood, informing him of this fact.
I over react don't I
but between that and the 'I'm not deaf' syndrome we are currently locked in I am going round the bend.
Just saying. So champers it is 
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Champagne did nothing for my memory the last time I got a bit wobbly on it.
It was one of those evenings where your glass gets constantly topped up and I was just about to get a kebab (as you do) on the way home when I remembered I'd only just eaten a meal. 
Champagne did nothing for my memory the last time I got a bit wobbly on it.
It was one of those evenings where your glass gets constantly topped up and I was just about to get a kebab (as you do) on the way home when I remembered I'd only just eaten a meal.
Sorry Bankhaunter, pressed the wrong button.
My ex husband used to say (when I was a young woman) that I had 'champagne legs. **coff**. He always knew he was on a promise. Don't touch it at all now!
I don't understand about the elephant 
The elephant is an apparently very funny advertising slogan found on carrier bags from the Port Brasta megamarket, Alpha Centuri but you have to know Alpha Centurian to get the joke.
Aaaah, thank you Bankhaunter. I don't read Scy Fy (as it has been re christened by Sky), but my brother would have known.
Metal polish strained through an old balaclava helmet - oh Mouse you are priceless that is wonderful.
I once spent a night (on a date) drinking Southern Comfort with my beau, trying to be all sophisticated. Apparently I puked all over his suit and he had to take me home in a taxi, including helping me up 3 flights of stairs (we lived in a tenement). I remember nothing of that night at all.
Aaaah, thank you Bankhaunter. I don't read Scy Fy (as it has been re christened by Sky), but my brother would have known.
Metal polish strained through an old balaclava helmet - oh Mouse you are priceless that is wonderful.
I once spent a night (on a date) drinking Southern Comfort with my beau, trying to be all sophisticated. Apparently I puked all over his suit and he had to take me home in a taxi, including helping me up 3 flights of stairs (we lived in a tenement). I remember nothing of that night at all. 
