I don't think I have ever finished a double batch of gooseberry by the start of January before. I blame Claire, who is a bad influence. And now we must wait until June for the next bottle. Oh woe.
It was a mistake to drink this whole bottle on a Thursday - some of us have work tomorrow. But I am three days into the new job, and so far, so good. I am going to have to define my own role, which means there are all sorts of possibilities. This week has been all about finding my feet: so, getting to grips with the computer, the photocopier, the kettle. I like my new colleagues very much, though I am only one of seven. This is the smallest group I have worked with since my time operating an envelope stuffing machine in Arizona in 1989.
Anyway, this bottle of gooseberry was much better than the last and reminds me why I make it every year.