My liver needed a rest on Sunday after a boozy weekend in Derbyshire. It didn't get one. We opened and did not quite finish a bottle of Prune & Parsnip, drinking it to a bowl of beetroot soup and freshly baked bread. I was exhausted from the Family Get-Together but slept remarkably badly - probably getting less than two hours - and much of that was on the sofa so that I did not distub Claire with my restlessness.
I came home early from orchestra on Monday, had a sip of wine from Claire's glass (this is a fine flavour, despite all odds) and went straight to bed. This sleep was of the solid variety.