It’s been a week of highs and lows. Highs include making cocktails on live radio and watching a football game at Anfield –
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Ten years ago to the day I decided to write a wine blog. I remember hitting publish on that first post, just a few sentences on how I planned to recommend a couple of wines each week in the hope it might help anyone looking for a little wine inspiration.
Apparently, there’s a new series on Netflix about tidying up with expert de-clutterer Marie Kondo. Now, I haven’t seen it (too busy watching the entire series of Fleabag back to back, way more fun than folding clothes).
Last night our book club met at the beach. It was a glorious evening – calm sea, colourful sunset, cold rosé.
On Monday, the Husband and I celebrated 30 years since we first started going out. We were fifteen, the year was 1988.
I was away working in London all last week and after two rain-sodden weeks of school holidays, it felt like something of a mini-break.
Spring is officially here. Not that you’d know it: I spent the day wearing two jumpers and a cardigan. But today the sky was blue and the chill in the air not quite as beastly as before.
Last week, one lovely reader asked about gin. She’d walked into a bar, ordered a gin & tonic, was asked which gin and panicked.
