At the Door

Beaujolais Nouveau day, so I arranged a small and select group to carry out a little tasting at a favourite West End haunt. And very drinkable it was too. After that, decided to take a bus and go and see how the maw is in this cold weather and share some of her Glenmorangie. Very decent of me. I waited outside her door so long in the cold while her TV blared away that I deserved one, I reckoned.