That nicely mellow feeling of being mildly pissed, on just a glass or two of red wine on an empty stomach? I don’t need to drink more really, I’ve had enough to enjoy.
I’ll be back later. After dinner, which will be roast lamb, roast potatoes, ratatouille (I know it’s wildly out of season apart from onions which are like kissing, but Al had some lovely aubergines (eggplant) in and I took it from there) and purple sprouting broccoli, of which my mum, most reliably, said each year “they’re my favourite veg!”. I have some rhubarb, which doesn’t look forced but is surely somewhat protected – from Yorkshire anyway, mine isn’t ready, but since I have been given chocolates and I always share, I might not do a pud.
See you in a couple of hours.