The Editor and I had a bit of bad news on Monday morning. I got a call from the host of our cellar in France and he told us it had been broken into and a large proportion of our wine had been stolen.
I was a shade distraught at this news. Our wine collections were the only things of real value we have ever owned. Not only were they an epic investment in amazing times with our friends, but also, since The Editor is self-employed and I am disabled, they provided an enormous safety net. Whilst my friend was on the phone all I could ask him was whether the bottle I had planned to pop with a few enlightened friends on my 50th birthday, a jeroboam of Pommard Premier Cru Clos des Epeneaux 1999, had been taken. He said it had, and I had to say goodbye I was so upset.
It is not just that some scumbag had a rummage in our family jewels and removed tens of thousands of pounds worth of wine (it seems we have bugger all red Burgundy left, and that was the majority of our collections – by arse there were some stars in that lot), but it is also deeply upsetting that all the time, effort and money that went into building those collections, has been pissed away.
There were bottles I bought in place of a week’s food in that lot; because I needed that bottle, more than I needed food, even if I had to import it from Switzerland and run the risk of a courier deciding he fancied a drink more than he fancied doing his job honestly. Couriers have disposed of boxes that appeared to have dangerous contents on multiple occasions, the thieving shits, but I never expected a hidden, locked door in a sleepy French village to be breached and our glorious wine collections nabbed.
I had asked around a few places in the UK if they could insure my wine and the answer was always, “Not if it is in another person’s property abroad”. I did not fancy trying to get insurance in France because I knew the endless amount of paperwork I would have to fill in to satisfy the endless functionaries present in the French bureaucracy would add further levels to my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Luckily, our cellar hosts are some of the nicest people on Earth. They will be reporting a complete list of what has been taken to the police, and trying to claim replacement price for the wines from their insurance company. I am not sure how much hope I hold out on the last bit, insurance companies are not known for their overwhelming generosity, but it is extremely good of our friends to go through our wine to see what has gone and at least try to get it replaced. Thank you, chaps, we really appreciate your efforts.
I wrote this in order to take a break from going through the list of my wines that had been taken; I found that rather upsetting. I am still rather upset. So I shall finish on a totally unrelated note:
Keen-eyed readers may have noticed that Elitistreview was getting fantastically less popular in recent times, based on the visitor counter I have at the bottom of each page. This was confusing me too but I did not look into it in much detail, because I have been ill for months, until about ten days ago. It seems, that for reasons I cannot fathom, Google stopped getting visitor counts from all the sites we run at the start of September. So the visitor count below does not include six and a half months’ of visitors to Elitistreview. There is no way of getting that data back, so ER will just have to look fabulously unpopular until that period drops out of the visitor count window.
Now I shall wipe the tears and snot from my face, and go back to looking at what the thieving bastard(s) took from me. The heartless shits.