We had already opened two bottles of wine on Sunday before getting stuck into the Elderflower. But it is not every day that you create the wherewithal for a pond in your back garden. One of those bottles was celery wine, so that doesn't count. The other was Mark's chardonnay and shared between six.
Claire chose elderflower for Sunday evening on the basis that there is nothing remarkable about it, and so it proved. I spent Sunday night wine-making. then on Tuesday we finished the bottle to bean burgers. Nothing remarkable at all.
This is possibly the dullest entry in my diary, and it faces some stiff competition. Apologies.