Find Wine!
Just as the change of season requires a change of clothing strategy (so long kaftans, hello jumpers AT LAST) so does the wine rack.
I’m currently 60% rosé, 40% hot dogs and the school holidays haven’t even started yet. I blame the weather. And the football.
I thought I could take it or leave it. You know, dip in and out as and when it suited me.
On Monday, the Husband and I celebrated 30 years since we first started going out. We were fifteen, the year was 1988.
At last, it looks like sun is on the way. And this time it might just stay for more than about 20 minutes.
I’ve spent much of this week trying to keep kids off screens despite the rain/without spending a small fortune doing so.
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.
So, as I write this, everywhere is blanketed in the white stuff. But like a foot sticking out from the edge of the duvet, where we live (in the New Forest) is cold but uncovered.
