Between five adults on Tuesday night, we got through three and a half bottles, of which this was one. Claire had cooked a beef stew for Chris, Rachael, Paul and me. Myles, by this time, was in bed having refused his pasta in tomato sauce.
I am writing this on Thursday, and much of Tuesday evening is a blur - but a friendly, happy blur which makes me thankful for my fabulous family. By the end of the evening we were all sat in front of the stove, full and content.
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