Bloke comes round to measure up windows on behalf of our landlady. I politely ask whether he could take off his shoes and explain that my wife is Japanese and it is deeply offensive to wear shoes indoors. He protests, makes up some pathetic excuse that he has a bad foot. So I tell him [...]
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I have not been to a tasting for a while. It’s been good to catch up on writing but I need to ease myself back into the routine. So today, I travel in early for a tidy vertical of Josko Gravner’s wonderful Ribellos at the River Cafe. The wines are splendid, not every one an [...]
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More rain. Perhaps it’s good because I am making headway with the book and all the other articles I am penning. Lily goes off to gymnastics to jump up and down and balance beanbags on her bonce. I work through until the late evening, only stopping for sustenance and Ultimate Big Brother. I am now [...]
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What’s happened to the summer? It was all going well until the end of July and then this month it has just pissed down. How depressing. I spend most of the day writing interspersed with trying to sort out a couple of things for the house. Cue hours spent talking to automated machines to organize [...]
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Big day. First stop, the bank in order to withdraw a money for the deposit on my house. Before I go, my wife asks me whether I am sure I want to go ahead and exchange contracts? It’s too much pressure on me, so I ask Lily whether she wants to move house as she [...]
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You know when you meet one of those days when it would have been better to have stayed in bed? As part of our staycation, I choose to drive to the city of Oxford as I haven’t been there for twenty years (if I recall I was buying a flash new hi-fi that I still have [...]
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A big fat envelope thwacks onto my doorstep…our contract for the new house. I have a flick through a big thick binder put together by my solicitor at great expense and it either confuses or worries me. I seem to have reports that explain the blast radius if a nuclear bomb fell into Woking or [...]
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More writing all day (it’s getting boring stating the bleedin’ obvious, but that is what a wine writer is supposed to do.) In the afternoon I phone up my unnaturally pleasant, competent solicitor who tells me that nothing has gone wrong with my house move and she is sending out the contract this weekend. Bloody hell…this is [...]
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Work in the morning and then a lunch at 28-50 (not 22-50 as I persistently wrote earlier this week) with Richard, one of the main investors, who kindly pops a bottle of Lynch Bages 1978, a consummate classic Pauillac that is no longer made because. Afterwards I make my way across London to the offices [...]
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Solid working all day, progressing slowly but surely with the Pomerol book whilst maintaining my profligate output on Wine-Journal. God knows how I get time to do this blog. The answer is Big Brother. It plays in the background as I wrote, a kind a visual muzak that I can zone out, whilst feeling that [...]
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