Whine?

I had to go up to the office in the morning to attend a meeting but just had time to get back, pick up my bag, turn round, and head for the station. Travelled down to Nottingham and had dinner with a bunch of colleagues in the hotel ahead of a day of meetings tomorrow. The blether was excellent and D was on fine form; looking uncharacteristically serious here, or perhaps just professorial, as Mr H suggested.

I contributed a final bottle of red to round off the evening, but was actually drinking white myself for a change.