Not yet: I suppose I don't want to leave her in the lurch should I pop my clogs inadvertent-like, drowning in a vat of, if not Malmsey, then Scotland's own 'water-of-life'.

Perhaps next year....After I've seen the maelstrom and done my family duty, then I can retire and follow in the fine old family tradition of slowly drinking oneself to death. Or I may find a different hobby, who knows?