It was Book Group round ours, where we were discussing Death and the Penguin by Andrey Kurkov. I voted it a 'Miss', but actually, having heard the discussion, began to change my mind. There is a depth and a coldness to it that have merit.
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This blog is a record of the wine that I make and drink. Each flavour made and each bottle drunk will appear here. You may come to the conclusion that, on the whole, I should be drinking less.
Friday, 18 March 2016
Rhubarb Wine - Ninth Bottle (B4), 11th March 2016
Helen, who I think has enjoyed my rhubarb wine in the past, said "Having known you for over ten years, I feel safe in asking for something different." I handed her a glass of real red. Maureen took a sip from the offending glass and gurned. I don't know what they're complaining about. The wine is pink, sparkling and dry and I think really rather nice. They know nothing.
It was Book Group round ours, where we were discussing Death and the Penguin by Andrey Kurkov. I voted it a 'Miss', but actually, having heard the discussion, began to change my mind. There is a depth and a coldness to it that have merit.
It was Book Group round ours, where we were discussing Death and the Penguin by Andrey Kurkov. I voted it a 'Miss', but actually, having heard the discussion, began to change my mind. There is a depth and a coldness to it that have merit.
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Book Group,
books,
real wine,
rhubarb
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