Redcurrant has the appearance of wine for special occasions. It is dark pink with a more interesting hue than a shop bought rosé. Taste-wise, however, it falls squarely within the 'mid-week' category. And this was the fate of this bottle - opened on a Tuesday and strung out until Friday.
Wednesday's glass was drunk following WYSO, where we have bitten off rather more than we can chew. There are to be two concerts this term with different programmes and both difficult. The first is on 4 June as part of the Queen's Diamond Jubilee celebrations. Hence, on Wednesday I came home humming the gallop from The William Tell Overture. I can sing it far quicker than I can play it, which is depressing. Trying to tongue two semiquavers, quaver, two semiquavers, quaver repeatedly is exhausting and, at that speed, close to impossible.