Oh heavens, Aka don't know quite how that works out! My late step-grandmother was titled and an absolute permanently drunk person to the extent of driving her car in reverse about 500 yards into the river darling, but could never understand that dropping in with a tin of cat food, a pint of milk and a loaf of bread wasn't exactly feasible, as we lived in Devon and she was in Hampshire!
Completely leaving aside that her cat had died around 3 years before. Funnily enough, she never seemed to run out of sherry.................