Last night, we had a fire (which, in the end, I had to get the logs for. In the wind. Perhaps this isn’t unreasonable, considering that my son is only four and the log shed is spooky).
I had a glass of the red wine we had open. Now, usually, I would have just said that it had gone over but this, I think, had just been mulled somewhat from being next to the AGA. This, I thought was a great thing as I love mulled wine.