Our Sunday roast was courtesy of me, for the second time this month - and the third time since Claire and I met. This time I branched away from chicken and did a roast gammon. The pleasing aspect, other than the taste of course, was that I managed the whole meal - timings and everything - without transforming into a pillar of stress and grumpiness. Three cheers for me. Christmas Tutti Fruti is a bottle for celebration and special occasions, and this (just) qualifies.
The day as a whole has been a good one, if unexciting. I have written an article for January's Home Farmer, picked sloes for the 2012 version of this wine, arsed about on the computer and generally treated the day as a Sunday. I am now sleepy, however, and I still have tomorrow's sandwiches to make.
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