Surprise Red

I hate Fridays. Hate them. I know all the cool kids hate Mondays, but I reserve my ire for Friday, which is The Day From Hell for me, because, for reasons too complicated and boring to go into here, that’s the day I have to do more work than I do in the rest of the week put together. (Not for much longer, though, of which more later. </cryptic> )

Every Friday, then, I work until my arms ache and my fingers are almost numb.  I’m not generally finished until late at night, and when I finally fall into bed, exhausted, it is the happiest moment of my week, purely because it’s the moment at which I’m furthest away from next Friday.

This Friday was an especially bad ‘un, which meant the Surprise Red was particularly welcome:


A bottle of Amarone, aka “Surprise Red”.

No, I didn’t drink it all.  I did very much enjoy what I did have, though:



Oh, and I think someone else enjoyed it, too:


TED! I don’t know. His behaviour’s been really erratic lately. I think he may be having a mid life crisis or something…