In a moment of madness, having been alerted to the sale of some vintage wine in the monthly Bourne End Auction, in Buckinghamshire, I placed a blind bid on a lot of wine from the 1970’s.
A wine lottery it seemed, but in my excitement at the mystery and owning my very own wine from my decade of birth, I swiftly submitted my bid. In my haste, foolishly, I hadn’t even bothered to look up the Chateau Laniote to see if it was ever any good, let alone when it’s 40 years old nor did I have any idea as to the history of the actual wine or any clue as to what the other 4 bottles were. Not my wisest move ever, but such fun!
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There’s always a niggle in the back of my mind whether the trouble we go to to have an unsightly burgundy (in colour, 2nd hand from eBay, not a groovy import from the region) wine fridge in the dining room to store our more exciting purchases of wine collected over the years is worth it. This niggle is based on a fear that we have a stash of wine left in there forgotten about, and I am talking from past experience, long beyond its drinkable life.
On this cold and wet autumn lunchtime, post fish fingers, both kids are asleep, and this is where my mind wanders to – the wine fridge. It is a Friday after all, and the dilemma of what to drink this evening once the kids are in bed once again, unashamedly, is never far from my thoughts.
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