Balance

Ever so often a good person enters one's life. Not good as in the absence of bad, but good, because they make a positive difference. Good because they care about more than themselves and their own. Good because they make life just that little bit better.
One such person stole these two bottles of wine for us at the work's party last night. (She didn't steal it, it was already opened and would have been thrown out, so she rescued them from the gutters)

C took his anti-gluten tablets and we had Giordano Tajarin all'Uovo pasta with the leftovers of the week in a cream sauce.