Wine.

I'm dangerously infatuated with supermarkets, and so when we do the shopping we always end up buying many things (we eat them all up anyway!). Last time we went there we were wondering whether we should get another bottle of wine, and when trying to decide on one, we saw there was a 1euro bottle of wine we could buy, so we thought: 'Hey, last time we bought one for two euros, now let's get two for 1 euro each then!'. And so we did. But after one cup of wine before going to bed a couple of days ago, Magnús started to feel horribly bad, making me get up and get him some milk, then get him a bucket, then hand him the pills for the stomach pains, then shift the side of the bed so he could be next to the bucket. He thinks the bloody wine has burnt a hole in his "vélinda".