This was a thoroughly satisfactory mid-week bottle of wine. It has been a rare week where I have been at home every night and thus was on cooking duties for most of them. The baked trout was furthest outside my comfort zone, the garden vegetable based tortilla most within it. And Nigella's Involtini was both the fiddliest and the flashiest.
Other events of note: we have been looking after a friend's rabbit all week who does little but shake in terror and produce pellets. Less annoying than the cats, certainly, but not nearly as interesting.
None of this, of course, has anything to do with citrus wine, which was its usual tasty self, and which I finished whilst watching The Best of Men on i-player: a lovely and affecting drama about the origins of the Paralympics.