I seldom drink, in fact I can’t actually remember the last time. As we’re not able to eat out it’s even less frequent. Tonight, however, I’m seeing out the old year with a bottle of Jarl carried home from Loch Fyne in 2019.
Good luck with your resolutions everyone but it’s not really a problem I have. Perhaps I’m lucky that I can’t hold more than 1 glass...
Estranged Son and Future Granddaughter
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic