I opened a bottle of lemonade yesterday morning, drank about half, tightly twisted the lid back on, and left the bottle where it could bask in the afternoon sun.

Upon opening the bottle for a swig with corn flakes the unmistakable “whish” of degassing carbon dioxide escaped before I could even get the lid completely off.

I drank it anyway.

If ever asked, I’m now capable of explaining why lemon wine is not a thing.