Rose Tinted Glasses

If I ever get my arse into gear and write the fiction book that floats around in my head from time to time, this would be the title. But for now, with the nightmare juggle that is school holidays, work and trying to not let the house go to ruin, this just relates to my current state: working late, with glasses on and a glass of rose by my side. And it’s the rose that I mentioned last week, the one I found whilst trying to locate a good quality bag in box rose wine to take camping this weekend. The search (online, seeing as none of the supermarkets had what I was looking for) took me to St John’s wine shop in London. They deliver, happily. Now I’ve just got to work out how to keep it chilled on site. That and how not to finish it all by Friday.

Chin chin x