I’m not sure what day it is, the fridge is practically empty (despite having filled it with panic-bought food a few days ago) and the washing is out of control.
Find Wine!
I thought I could take it or leave it. You know, dip in and out as and when it suited me.
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.
Earlier this week I popped up on ITV’s This Morning to talk about sugar in wine with the divine Philip Schofield and Holly Willoughby.
At last, it looks like sun is on the way. And this time it might just stay for more than about 20 minutes.
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.
