We spent much of this bottle standing in the kitchen talking about death. So a typical Friday night, then. Over the last week April, and Todd's father have died, and J's condition gets increasingly worse. Wicked Uncle Henry is trapped inside his body and no longer wants to live. Things are pretty grim if you think about them too hard. Still, gooseberry wine helped lighten the mood - even if it is far from my best batch of this flavour - and we had fish-cakes for tea. So it isn't all doom and gloom.