Despite one of the tag lines of my blog revolving around Fizz, I occasionally cheat on her with her cousin.
For those of you who know me, you know my strict relationship with wine.
Those of you who don’t, here I shall explain.
Once the seasons change, so does the colour of my wine.
As September sweeps in and the Autumn leaves curl, the crisp and dry vino blanco, once shared at sunset on patios, becomes an evocative shade of red.
A big, strong glass that can be sipped all night long. Preferably in front of a roaring fire.
Which I don’t have.
Once upon a time I would seek one out in a pub. And sit until last orders with my OH. Putting the world to rights.
Planning our next venture.
Well tonight, on this bitter eve after the Thundersnow (FYI I saw snow but missed the thunder) it’s been more of a toast to our ventures.
Life is deliciously chaotic at the moment and after the weeks militant routine, sometime it’s just nice to kick back and, you know, just chill.
Warts and all. By this I mean cosy in my winter jarmies, hair scraped back with sudocrem (yes you read right) over the winter boils that encroach my face.
Sipping red wine with a bar of Terry’s Chocolate Orange. Watching a good old fashioned black and white film with the mister.
We may sound old, boring or uncouth. But I feel incredibly relaxed. There’s something utmost soothing about watching old films.
They appear to have lived in simpler times.
And in these crazy times that we live in, sometimes it’s just nice to take a step back. Out of it all.
So tonight we watched Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. A title so well known yet I’m ashamed to admit I wasn’t at one for knowing the story line. Argh.
But now I do.
And I want to know many more story lines from many more good old-fashioned movies.
Just while the nights are dark and the wine is red.
Until I’m back on a patio at sunset and the wine is white.
Love Missuswolf xxx
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