We’re back from holiday. Nothing terribly exciting to report; whilst Harry played strip billiards in Vegas, I was making another round of sandwiches for a trip to the beach.
Find Wine!
I am 39 years old on Sunday. Totally fine with that. What I am not fine with is my birthday wish list.
A recent study claimed that we couldn’t tell the difference between cheap wine and expensive wine. When asked to decide which was which, only 50% of respondents got it right.
Maybe it is the harsh jute-like feel of January compared with the velvet comfort of December, but I am struggling to get going.
