After the staggering breakthrough of working out that I needed to replace a fuse yesterday, her Ladyship and I decided to treat ourselves to a trip into town for lunch. And it was a great lunch – with a couple of Perroni’s to wash it down with.

Natural then, to move on to the Cheesy Grape, for a bottle or two of vino blanco, and equally natural to have a bottle of tinto watching England get slaughtered by Ireland in the rugby.

Home then for Comte and to do justice to the (now ex) unopened bottle of Port that had been looking rather lost since Christmas.

I slept well, and will resume temperance tomorrow.