It is no secret that I enjoy a wee glass or two of wine and the end of the day. Not every day but most days it must be said.
My go to wine is a New Zealand sauvignon blanc but there are others, many others that I enjoy. Chardonnay the exception to this rule. Sorry guys things that smell like petrol often taste like petrol. In my experience.
Editor’s note: Knowing Mrs Carmichael as I do she will be happy to be proved wrong re the Chardy but this will be a marathon not a sprint.
My friend Gracie works within very similar parameters vis a vis wine preferences and consumption.
From time to time we discuss taking a break, not drinking Monday to Friday, drinking every second day, embarking on the 5:2 regime or giving up all together.
Editor’s note: Yeah right.
We know any one or a combination of the above would benefit our livers, our body mass indexes and our wallets.
Gracie, who has been on a prolonged, intense and it must be said successful diet for her up-coming trip to South Africa, was counting wine calories and considering the minutiae of fluid carb content.
Recently, and over an early evening glass of Marlborough Ned, Gracie mentioned our musings to her daughter, A…….
Editors note: Gracie and Mrs C have many daughters between them. Said daughters are, without exception, full of and vociferous with suggestions re self improvement regimes for their particular mother.
A…….’s suggestion therefore surprised Gracie.
“But I don’t like gin, ” she replied.
“I didn’t say GIN,” A……. retorted. I SAID “try the gym!”
How mi amiga and I guffawed over a Wither Hills the following evening.
“Anyway, gin’s got calories,” I reminded her when we managed to stop laughing.
On Tuesday I saw Woody’s latest, Blue Jasmine with my friend K……. at a wonderful art house theatre, the Rex, in Berkhamstead. It’s one of those lovely theatres that not only show great movies but allow you to sit in style. Upstairs there are armchairs and down, tables, swivel seating and a bar! It’s glorious.
Daughter #1 had not only recommended the movie to me but once she knew I had taken her advice and booked it offered a further generous suggestion.
“Schnnaps??” I asked, “Why schnapps? Surely it’s not set in the Nordics.”
“I said snacks,” my eldest responded post haste. “Take some snacks.”
Whether she meant a healthy nibble because we were attending a matinee or a more typical carb and sugar laden alternative I am not certain. What I do know is that we got no further with the conversation due to the high decibel raucousity occurring in our kitchen. That got even louder when I relayed the gin/gym tale to her.
Editor’s note: Snacks and wine (but possibly not Schnnaps) are available at the Rex and can be topped up during the movie.
Hearing tested? I beg your pardon.