Claire came home late on Thursday from a lecture about sciency medical things that I don't understand and asked if I had opened a bottle. I hadn't, but took little persuasion. We drank a glass to the tortilla I had made, and then another one to an entirely satisfactory episode of The Great British Comic Relief Bake Off (snappy title). I then returned to bed to plough on with The Minaturist which I am not enjoying. I do not believe in any of the characters and find the whole thing irritating rather than intriguing. Book Group should be fun.
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