On the basis that we were having a smoked cod chowder tonight, Claire asked for something dry and white. Of my three suggestions she chose rhubarb - despite it being very nearly pink. The chowder was delicious and the wine was alright, in a 'nothing to write home about' kind of way.
The main features of today, though, have been grumpiness and mouth ulcers - with the former being partly caused by the latter. I have mostly been snarling at people at work. (How dare they ask me to do things? Don't they know that I am Busy?) And this leads me to feel stressed, which feeds the ulcers. A viscious cycle, which I hope the wine may break.