A few weeks ago I found myself in central London with half an hour to kill between meetings. Normally I’d grab a coffee and head to Liberty’s stationary department but on this particular occasion I decided to do something a little more adventurous.
Find Wine!
Right, two things. Firstly, thank you SO much for all the lovely comments on last week’s blog post. I know there was an incentive (free wine!) but seriously, they were a real joy to read.
I do love a baby. Especially mine obviously, but they’re not babies anymore. And I’m not broody when I see one nowadays, just ridiculously tears-in-eyes happy.
On Monday, the Husband and I celebrated 30 years since we first started going out. We were fifteen, the year was 1988.
I’ve spent much of this week trying to keep kids off screens despite the rain/without spending a small fortune doing so.
Last week, one lovely reader asked about gin. She’d walked into a bar, ordered a gin & tonic, was asked which gin and panicked.
Thank you for all my lovely birthday messages, especially the one that reminded me I’m now old enough to know what really matters.
I went to a brilliant party earlier this week (out! On a school night!), the book launch for my friend and fellow wine writer Victoria Moore’s new book The Wine Dine Dictionary.
So I won’t go on about it but I went to New York. For the weekend. With no kids. I know.
