A short service today, followed by an AGM. Add in the end of the holiday weeks, a touch of sickness and pre-arranged dates, few people were around. However, I bravely staggered along the road, noticing how it was almost like Spring this morning. I noticed also the marks on the pavement indicating work was to begin on the area surrounding the double mini-roundabouts. This will lead to long tailbacks, especially as work begins when all the industrial estates return.
Spring like indeed but walking there and back was wothout a spring. Knackered at home, quick and easy lunch, fortified by this cheap plonk. Can French wine be called 'plonk?' Isn't it supposed to be the best? Not to me it isn't, and too be fair anything would have done this lunchtime.
So, at home I wasted time on mediocre football, and searching for news. None was found. With everyone on holiday or hiding from the press the media only features yesterday's stories refurbished, and celebs spouting. Nothing worth knowing.
Tomorrow is another day of fun, frolics, laughter, and laundry.
Ain't life great...?
3 comments:
Plenty of plonk in France! I remember seeing neighbours at the vendange picking the rotten grapes with the good and slinging them in the truck which took them to the co operative to be vinified.
In the good old days of the wine lake, super Italian stuff, which was supposed to have been stripped of anything good about it but hadn't been, would appear in the glass bottles with five stars and a plastic cap. The thing to do was buy a bottle, try it in the car park and if it was any good shoot back in and buy anything with the same bottling number.
Fly, So this is plonk! I like the idea of the italian wine.
So did I! Wonderful stuff!
There was some white wine which was on sale in the local corner shops which would take the enamel off your teeth....referred to disparagingly as Chateau Pis de Chat. Goodness alone knows who would drink that!
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