The shifting sands of this blasted coronavirus — or, rather, the shifting sands of the government’s response to it — are driving us all mad. Having been lectured over the summer by Boris and co. on the importance of getting back to work, taking public transport, going to the local and eating out, we’re now told what selfish, virus-spreading twits we are and that we must be in bed by 10 p.m. or else. Folk at one end of our tiny island are told to do one thing and folk at the other end something completely different. It’s utterly bonkers and deeply confusing.
Some things never change, however, and lovers of fine, you’ll-never-guess-where-this-is-from vino will be heartened by our annual offer of so-called ‘defrocked’ clarets courtesy of FromVineyardsDirect. Thank goodness for little pleasures.
These wines are the over-production of some of the finest chateaux in all Bordeaux, and I mean the finest.
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