Whose wine is it, anyway?

When I received a phone call on the 25th of May,2010, I was expecting good news, but it hit me like a ton of bricks when my lawyer said to me from the other end of the line, "things don't look very good." "What? Why? I thought we were going to win this. What about that defense you mounted?" "It has fallen flat I'm afraid. He has built a strong case against you. You have been accused of a drinking problem, carelessness and suicidal tendencies." "I don't have a drinking problem", I yelled into the receiver, "He has built his case on such quicksand and yet he is winning. How on earth is he doing this?" "He has got contacts, a lot of influence with strong people. You should've been prepared for this. You've been his wife for 12 years now. We both know that he can stoop to any level". "I don't care what becomes of him. I want my daughter. Do you understand me?" "I am trying my best ma

When complexities increase in number, brashly jerking me from slumber, When dilemma stares me in the face, dragging me into the modern rat race, I simply ask myself, what would Holmes do? When there is a downpour of worries all at once, forcing me to gaffe about and act like a dunce, When diabolical questions pop up now and then, making me ponder how and when, I ask myself,what would Jeeves do? If only Mr. Holmes were to be my guide, and the inimitable Jeeves were by my side, My remotest feelings to them I'd confide, without having them rebuke or chide, because Holmes and Jeeves would know what to do. While Holmes would take the bull by its horns, Jeeves would provide against obstacles and thorns, Holmes would know what to say, Jeeves would put in a tactful way, because Holmes and Jeeves would know what to do. So, when headaches and woes come in fleets, I go in my mind to those London streets, I consult them with a problem or two, Because Holmes and Je