Life is returning to normal. Clinics, pills et al are receding into the distance. There was never anything remotely approaching a crisis, but at moments, life felt like one.
A friend had a couple of stray bottles and he felt they ought to be drunk
Before Christmas, for which I had other plans that did not include hospitalisation, a friend asked if I could do him a favour. ‘Of course.’ He had a couple of stray bottles and he felt that they ought to be drunk. The things one does for friends. Needless to say, I welcomed the offer – and then forgot all about it, until a few days ago. ‘Always thought that you would survive.’ ‘Kind of you.’ ‘I kept the two bottles just in case.’ ‘Kinder still.’
So we enjoyed a final libation for Christmas 2022. The first wine was a Kumeu River Hunting Hill Char-donnay 2016. I have praised it before and it is still improving.
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