A little Pink.

Monday evening... Two full on energetic noisy small people, one cat still out, one asleep next to a husband trying to snooze before working nights and one up to ninjaish mischief (judging by the noise upstairs). I'm attempting to finish a blanket I started December 2012, with a little white rocket fuel sweetened with summer fruit juice.
Waste not... I won't buy this wine again, it's gopping, but quaffable with the juice in it.