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| Three tirbuşons looking slightly ashamed |
Brought the “good” corkscrew from home. You can’t travel without one. Well, you can. Remember many years ago in Rome using a toothbrush handle to push the cork down into a bottle of wine, a manoeuvre previously performed with a wooden spoon handle. Toothbrush somewhat less successful, though we did get to drink a fair bit of the wine after throwing our newly decorated clothes in the bathtub.
Identical corkscrew appeared in the cutlery drawer in the London flat. Took it for ours and packed it on Monday. Minorly embarrassed to discover it on unpacking here, but can pretty well guarantee that it was left by a previous tenant and not supplied by management as there were two other somewhat inferior corkscrews in the drawer.
Today find a third identical corkscrew, clearly left here by us last year. So now we have three “ good” corkscrews with us. Turks have borrowed the name from the French, with tirbuşon meaning literally pull cork. Three surplus to requirements even had we been partyers. (And now predictive text trying very hard to make me change that last word to party ears. 😵💫 Enough.