And in any case, I’m off to bed. “Tomorrow is another day, and if it ain’t, it don’t matter anyway!” Words of wisdom from me mum.
Your mother had a good Calvinist sense of the fatality of all human occupation. OldTax-lady is like that.
DP and I watched an episode of our DVD wine course, featuring several different white wines. The best was a French savigion blanc, a “Pouilly-Fume”, which was really worth $19 or whatever he paid. The lecturer said it tasted like rocks, and it really did, in a good way ... like walking in the woods near a waterfall up in the mountains.
Morning. In the airport again. Sigh.