We had half a bottle of Redcurrant in the fridge but, it being a Friday night, Claire wanted something better. A bottle of Strawberry it was. After a couple of glasses each we decided to revert to the Redcurrant on the basis that our faculties wer diminished.
I had the final glass on Saturday after returning from the Playhouse having seen The Barnbow Canaries, a play by Alice Nutter about women working in a munitions factory during the First World War. It was not as good as her previous plays, but the last scene, where yellow balloons were released as each name of the dead was spoken, was excellent.
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