Our house-hunting has started in earnest. We looked at two today: a 1930's semi in Oakwood and a Victorian stone-built former bookshop in Headingley. The latter was extremely tempting: it even had a large cellar ideal for wine storage. But the garden was too shady and had a right of way running through it. And it sounded like there might be problems with the neighbours. I loved the house though, and am rejecting it with reluctance.
We drank this bottle by way of commiseration. It was a little dry and a bit thin, but far from my worst, and we have had a jolly evening on the strength of it.
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I was tempted ... |
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