We are officially still on holiday and it is not yet a work night. Claire has taken the whole week off and because I worked on Friday while everyone else was out of the office, I get Tuesday in lieu. This is reason enough to have a bottle of crab apple wine. Claire directed me to choose a bottle that was neither fabulous or awful, and crab apple fits that bill nicely. We drank it in front of the stove, recovering from what has been a sociable several days. But now we are Home.