If I was to tell you that, apart from raising my eyebrows this morning at a headline news item on the BBC which read “Naked Man on tracks causes Edinburgh rail disruption,” reminding me that we’ve got the Calcutta Cup tomorrow and to fleetingly muse that it might be my father given his past record at such occasions, the thing I’ve mostly been focussed on today is by the time I get home my birthday present should have been delivered. The box chest freezer. What excitement.
The week as a whole has been a bit of quiet one I’m sorry to say. It wasn’t entirely post CNY market blues. I don’t seem to recover as quickly as I did in the past from late night high jinx. I didn’t tell you, but we had a bit of a hoolie last weekend. It was quite sweet actually. Sophie arranged the whole thing and even said she’d do the cooking for a change. Delicious it all was too, even though she forgot, at the last minute, to put the mushrooms into the boeuf bourguignon.
It’s something I want to get off my chest, but I had been grappling with what wine to serve that night. Many years ago, when MiFID2 was but a twinkle in Paul Myners’ eye and times were relatively rosy, I bought a case of La Mission Haut Brion en primeur, and that is what I thought I might mark my move into the mid 50’s with. But as the evening approached I’m ashamed to say I had cold feet, returned the eight bottles I’d brought up to their case in the cellar and replaced them with Clos des Quatre Vents 2010 which is a nice enough drop and a fraction of the current market value. I think it was the right decision. I’m not sure the assembled crowd would have cared too much what I gave them. It was obviously preying on my mind though. In the morning nursing a touch of a hangover I recalled that I had lost the power of speech as the last couple headed home at 3 in the morning, noted that I had pin pricks on the palm of my hands presumably from when a few of us had gone out to see what the hedgehogs were up to, and, when I finally made it down to the kitchen in desperate need of some black coffee and a glass of water, there on the sideboard I found an empty bottle of La Mission. What the heck??? It would have been chilled and a bit shook up when we drank it. That’s as maybe though. I have no recollection of it at all. What a muppet I am.
C’mon Scotland. This year we’re going to have them.
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