Wednesday night and for once, it’s pouring down outside. Hooray. We don’t get to see too much precipitation round here and it’s getting to be a novelty when it does deign to rain. Ooh, that rhymed. I’m a poet and didn’t know it.
First night of a stint of nights. I don’t have the range of vocabulary to even begin to describe how much I dislike it so I won’t even bother trying. Instead I’ll dwell on the locality and handiness of this job instead. There we are, all dwelled upon and I still don’t feel any better.
The wine making malarkey at home is going well enough. There are folks out there wot make it in large quantities (Fraze) but at the towers we go for a more boutique approach. A gallon at a time of Youngs 7 day Merlot is enough for anyone with a drop of taste about them. Actually, said brew wasn’t that bad at all. A bit lacking in body, bouquet, depth and flavour but apart from that it was fine. Something we have noticed so far, is that the expensive kits (some of the Beaverdales for example) don’t produce a significantly better product. In fact, so far, the best results came from a cheap and cheerful black cherry kit. Very splendid it was. Only when the last bottle had been supped did I wish that I’d used a thirty bottle kit instead of the normal six (in reality five and a bit). Lesson learned there. That said, more bottles are required. At the moment it’s a delicate balancing kit matching available bottles to output and consumption. We’ll get there in the end but it certainly takes practice. Lots and lots of lovely practice.
The plastic ‘corker’ bought from ‘The Range’ (and I’ll never forgive them for taking away half of Wickes) was useless and broke after putting in two or three corks. Have now got a monster, two handed, metal built thing that’s been built with substance over style as the main design criteria. Wonderful it is, very easy to use. The only annoying thing is that corks are actually quite expensive. Even eBay and Amazon aren’t producing their normal bargains. More work required there. They’re working out around 10p each. Seems a lot to me.
Haven’t been up to see drunkynunky for a while. Memsahib visits three or four times a week. The last time I went, with fish and chips for a Friday night tea, he was a burbling vodka fuelled pillock and it rather put me off a bit. Tea and visits. Can’t deal with it these days. His long suffering friends from Folkstone are coming down this week for a long visit. They don’t seem to let it get to them. Bless.