All hail the Queen

Realising that we had been living in a bubble for four years and that it was about time we burst out of it, we finally managed to find a time to have La J.G. around for dinner. Out came the pie dishes, and a great big meat and potato pie was made... actually, it came out quite well, which meant that as we sat in the garden enjoying the end of the unseasonably warm autumnal weather, I could concentrate on the wine. 

JG is exceptional company, a witty raconteuse (or is it raconteure?) of woes and miseries, of joys and delights, of salacious bits of gossip... all accompanied with an Italian cackle. Just the ticket for the increasingly steep slope down to winter.