De gustibus non est disputandum, even in the hospital

Uncle Farmer's family has brightened his recent hospitalization by bringing him beer, which the nurses keep cold for him in a convenient refrigerator.  (Some odd laboratory diagnoses may result if the beer is confused with other fluids kept there.)  I wrote about this a few days ago, mentioning that my preference would be for Bordeaux wine, and read the post to Venerable Mom today.  She doesn't want me to bring her beer if she should go into the hospital, but (she says) a pitcher of cold martinis would be most welcome.