Port

It used to be that at Christmas, my brother and I would share a bottle of port. This is the one that he brought up at the start of December when we had our early Christmas - Fauxliz Navidad - with him and my niece, as they'd be in Spain at Christmas. 

For some reason, this Christmas the port wasn't opened and it has been sitting on the kitchen table for four months now. I guess it could go in the in the drinks cupboard but then I could buy another bottle next Christmas. 

This evening, I decided to open it. It's delicious!

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Forgot to weigh myself!
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Reading: 'Lincoln In The Bardo'