Agent Triple P was desperately trying to open a jar of cornichons last night and had terrible trouble twisting off the lid. Now whilst this may be a French plot to make us all expire with apoplexy and to push our blood pressure up so they can flog us "medicinally beneficial" red wine, more likely we are literally losing our grip as we get older.
Some time ago we even had to invest in one of those rubber mats which really old people buy to help them with twist off jar and bottle tops. Even this didn't help and we had to go and stick it under a tap of hot running water for five minutes.
To make things worse we then struggled for another five minutes with one of those horrid plastic corks in a bottle of Cotes-du-Rhone blanc (maybe it is a French plot after all) as it resisted three of our corkscrews.
What we need is a nice, fit young lady to deal with all these recalcitrant storage devices. Possibly a tennis player would have the requisite strength in her forearms!
