This blog is a record of the wine that I make and drink. Each flavour made and each bottle drunk will appear here. You may come to the conclusion that, on the whole, I should be drinking less.

Saturday, 26 January 2013

Rhubarb Wine - Ninth Bottle (B2), 22nd-25th January 2013

Well, what a lot happened during the four days this bottle was open.

Tuesday - nothing much (to the extent that I can barely remember that Tuesday existed).

Wednesday was a satisfactory WYSO rehearsal where we are getting to grips with Dvorak 7.

Thursday, however, I met Myles (and forgot to take a bottle of wine with me, for which I was sorely chastised). He is small and gremlin-like in the best possible way. Rachael appears to have taken to motherhood as if she was born to it, and Paul glows with pride. I was not going to get out of the house without a hold of the baby - and it made me far less uncomfortable than I would have predicted. To the extent that I enjoyed it.

Then Friday we had the most exciting bus journey ever outside a Keanu Reeve's movie, on the unlikely route 'Harrogate to Leeds'. It was the final bus of the evening, and the roads were snow covered. Our Polish driver, presumably used to these conditions, saw it as an adventure and at one point drove up a hill on the wrong side of the road, passing all the cars travelling at less than walking pace. Claire and I looked out nervously for traffic coming the other way. Once we were safely home (after a mile's walk in four inches of snow) we felt justified in finishing the rhubarb wine.