Despite having a temperature of 100.2o (or 38o in old money if you prefer) I can still drink half a bottle of wine. This is purely an experiment to lower my body heat, you understand, and nothing at all with it being a Saturday night. In fact, the combination of ill-woozy and alcohol-woozy is an interesting one, and probably not to be recommended. I have been feeling sorry for myself since Wednesday, and steadfastly in my pajamas since Thursday night. Our supplies of paper hankies are diminishing. Never mind.
This wine was far better than I remember previous bottles of Hawthorn wine. Possibly it is the maturation. Or it could be that illness does odd things to my taste buds.