Let me be your fantasy

I very nearly forgot to blip today, so this is a very rushed photo grabbed on the stroke of midnight of the reason why. I'd spent most of the afternoon dreaming of a bottle of red that had been left in the flat at New Year and, knowing who had left it, I figured it would be tasty.

But my little fantasy was cut short when I returned home to discover that D had ignored all of the other bottles on the rack and been using it to make onion gravy. The gravy was lovely but from the glass that was left the wine was REALLY good.