Oh the Irony of it all

So it seems I have been diagnosed with psoriatic arthritis. OK, I can handle that.

I have been prescribed a medication, Methotrexate, to deal with the pain and swelling in my joints.

It seems, that I can only drink limited amounts of alcohol, if any, with this drug.

I have moved to Dorking (keep reading, it will all make sense soon).

I catch the train to work, from Dorking to Earlsfield.

The train route takes me through a vineyard - vines to the left of me, vines to the right...

That indeed, is a bitter bitter pill to swallow.......