An buidéal mór
It's not (quite) Christmas yet, but Pepe brought in a Jéroboam of fine Rioja. He got rather reassuring news from his oncologist, during the 12 seconds that the great man afforded him after a day of poking, testing, prodding, analysing and assessing.
In the end, we did not open it, I had another bottle ready for the
Sunday Bank Holiday roast turkey and potatoes. We'll keep that one for Christmas day.
Elsewhere, it was business as usual. Tsk, mentalist... (thought Mrs Raheny)