Kirsty came to stay on Tuesday night: she had a meeting in Leeds on Wednesday morning and we were a convenient base. I had already arranged wind quintets in Ilkley that night, so I opened a bottle of blackcurrant and left Claire and Kirsty to it. I imagine they spent the evening chatting about embroidery, shoes and the colour pink. There was still wine in the bottle when I got back, so I had a nightcap and caught up with Kirsty.
Claire and I had the last half glass each on Thursday night while haggis was in the oven.
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