Not that I am a control freak or anything, but Claire put the wrong bottle of wine in the fridge. We had redcurrant the previous week. How could she not remember? This one was worse than the last, more musty, but that may have had something to do with my mood. On Thursday night I was Very Cross Indeed. I thought our solicitor had scuppered us buying the new house entirely. In fact, he hadn't, and things are okay again. We may even exchange tomorrow.*
*We didn't
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