It was a strings only sectional on Wednesday at WYSO, so I put a bottle of orange wine in the fridge and settled down to watch Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa on the computer. The British do comedy of social embarrassment extremely well, and Alan Partridge is a complete monster. Excellent stuff.
While drinking this wine over two evenings, Claire and I were mostly talking about the house-move, which inches closer, and getting this one into a state where people might consider coming through the front door. There is so much to do, and orange wine could only help.