I opened this bottle of tea wine in the dim and distant past for reasons I cannot now remember. Probably we wanted to drink some wine. That is usually the reason. It was the Sunday before I left for the Olympics and I fully expected it to have been finished on my return. However, when I got back the bottle was still in the fridge - Claire had entertained herself with sweet German white wine in my absence. And whenever there was a choice of 'tea wine' or 'something else', Claire chose the latter.
I manfully struggled through the remainder of the bottle - which oddly had not deteriorated over the time it had been open. There could be an easy explanation, involving the words 'Not', 'Much', 'Further', 'To' and 'Go' but in fact I thought it was okay, and Claire's shunning of it a little harsh.