This was the bottle of wine which included a five inch piece of string soaking for extra flavour. The string was not in the recipe books, but the result of a disaster whilst bottling. Perhaps 'disaster' is over-egging it somewhat. In fact, the string did not adversely affect this wine - if anything, it has been the least objectionable bottle of redcurrant so far. And that is a Good Thing, because I am currently cross. Mostly about oboists. I need two to play in Scheherazade in July and I potentially have none. I'm not sure why I am as tense as I am (it being months away) and the wine has helped a little.
Claire has distracted me from brooding by taking me on a tour of our bookshelves to choose 'Guilt Books' for our summer Book Group party. These are those books which were given or loaned and sit on the shelf unopened. Claire's most likely choice is Tarka the Otter, won as a school prize when she was twelve. Mine must be The Chamber by John Grisham - probably not my usual choice of book but, crucially, given to me by my grandmother - who died in 2001.