Have you ever found yourself at the bottom of a cask of wine, trying to shake out that last drop?
My mother tells me life is too short to drink cask wine, but she's 74, so her life may be shorter than mine and she can afford to say that sort of thing.
So yes, I have found myself shaking that cask, going for the last drop. And before you know it, you've ripped the bladder out of the box.
Then do you find yourself squeezing the bladder, scrunching it up, forcing every precious drop towards the tap. Like this. And I wasn't squeezing the wine onto my tomatoes by the way.
Then you can still hear a bit shaking around in there so you think – I know, I'll blow up the bladder to get that bit out.
And I was doing this the other night (while making my soup) and I thought – why am I doing this? Why have I been doing this for years?
Why don't I just get a pair of scissors, cut the corner and tip it into my glass? Simple yet brilliant.