No. it is clearly not an anagram of St Valentine. St Trifon is the patron saint of wine growers and is celebrated today in, among other places, Bulgaria. Special ceremonies are enacted in the vineyards, the vines are pruned, and later much wine is consumed. Sounds just like any other day at work for me.… Read More St Trifon Zarazan
So foggy on the way to work this morning, and throughout the day on stretches of the M1. It was minus nine degrees at twenty to nine this morning. One of my intentions for my daily diary throughout January was to reflect on the role of alcohol in my life. A little trip down memory… Read More Memory Lane or Gin Alley?
The advantages of being a dedicated DryAthlete become more apparent as the number of days of abstinence begin to mount. This morning the fogginess was in the air rather than in my head. I drove out of town on the Northampton road, glimpsing the vineyards of Kettering stretching towards the lower foothills and invisibility. An… Read More Foggy Friday
So, Christmas is officially over for another eight months, until mince pies and tinsel are lining the shelves of our local supermarkets again. I took a saw to the tree this morning, a post-Christmas lumberjack in checked shirt standing manfully on the patio. I rewarded myself with a stray chocolate decoration that had fallen to the ground,… Read More Fourth Test – A Bit Cheesy