You were a person who really liked alcohol, quite a lot actually. But you only drink at weekends, since, you know... you had a pretty strict and short tempered wife, Miss Thavel. She didn't like it when you got drunk, since she had to take care of you. One day, you stayed late at the bar and your wife had to pick you up, irritated. "Let's go home. Now." Miss Thavel said, looking at you firmly as you left the bar.