Someone is controlling my drinking...

and it's not me.

I bought a posh new tonic water this week to complement my passion for botanically flavoured gin.

I treated myself to a double this evening, over ice in a long glass.

Have to admit, I was a tad disappointed. But battled through the drink, blaming the new tonic for the odd taste.

I have just walked back into the kitchen, and discovered my jigger - still full of the double measure I'd poured.

It never made it into the glass.