As I was leaving for Madeleine's quintet Claire asked what bottle she could open. "Anything white," was my response.
So, crab apple it was, despite this also being the last bottle drunk.
On Friday we finished the bottle in some misery. The carpet man has been and the stairs and bathroom floor are no longer bare floorboards. It looks great. However, he is insisting on being paid in cash - not having made this clear at the outset - and we feel sullied. Also, he has somehow broken the burglar alarm*. More expense. Bah.