Claire is enjoying her job again, now the office debacle has resolved itself. Her experiments are going well, she feels appreciated and she comes home enthused. Thursday seemd to be a particularly good day so we opened a bottle of blackberry wine to drink with a root vegetable stew (which sounds like the food of Russian peasants). Claire thought this wine too dry and added sugar, but she has a cold and that might affect her taste buds. I thought it was its usual fruity self.
We finished the bottle on Friday - a night where I came home from work exhausted and failed to perk up. I was in bed by eight thirty - and even for me that is pathetic.
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