Wine

So far this year, I’ve managed to have two consecutive non-drinking days each week. I should imagine a fairly binary response to this: the shruggers and those who can see the point. (Regrettably, it looks as though next week will be the first - and hopefully only - week this year that I don’t manage it.)

Anyway, it was nice to drive down to Salford, this evening, and enjoy my first glass of the wine, this week, and in the splendid company of the Minx and miniMinx. At the age of (nearly) nineteen, the latter has reached the point of young adulthood where she’ll happily sit with us and chat all evening, which is just lovely.