Considering I stepped off a plane after 26 hours of travelling yesterday (some of which, admittedly, included visiting a
mammoth museum in South Dakota), today has been a surprisingly ordinary Sunday. I listened to
Broadcasting House, had a haircut, made wine, made bread and failed to do any bassoon practice. What could be more normal than drinking a bottle of orange wine while eating tuna surprise (the surprise being that the cats didn't get up on the table to have a taste)? The orange wine was clear and crisp as always and half a bottle should stop me worrying about what I might face at work tomorrow after a fortnight away.
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