“A day without Champagne is a wasted day!” Patrice Noyelle, President Pol Roger Champagne
Apologises for the delay in posting this blog. I feel guilty for having already broken one of the main rules of social networking I am told – post regularly, and I have a sinking feeling that before I’ve finished this one, I will have broken a few more.
I could say it’s because of Christmas and school holidays, but if I’m honest too, there are other reasons that I have delayed. I will admit to having been a touch disgruntled. Having been woken at the crack of dawn on the 2nd January by my husband viewing small photos of blonde women wearing skin tight vests on his ipad, my mood was not enhanced as he proudly claimed them to be ‘twitterers’ responding to his Sunday Telegraph article, ‘City Slicker Hopes For Vintage Year’ with comments like ‘I like wine’ and ‘only with cheese.’ “Who cares?” I snarled covering my head with a pillow.
Too late. Dark forces were at work. At a Christmas party a good friend in the advertising world declared, large wine glass in hand, that he wanted our blog to show the whole story, the highs, but in particular the lows, the struggles, the arguments. He saw my face. “Sarah, I don’t want you to fail of course – just almost!” he added with a laugh.
Was this the sort of thing he wanted? Grumpy, post new year’s eve reflections of a put-upon wife who not only was expected to go through CV’s, draft employment contracts, read husband’s essays, learn the intricacies of blogging but had, I realized with a hint of martyrdom, also bought every Christmas present, written every card and decorated the house while my husband swanned around the farm looking happy and having his photo taken.
No, I decided, this was not what the blog was meant to be about. So I then spent some time trying to stay relevant to our new project but also honest and true (another rule!) It didn’t get any better. I realized I don’t really like blogs and never read them. I’m not even on facebook. (Suspect I’ve just broken yet more rules!)
And then it occurred to me, I know NOTHING about wine. Seriously. Nothing. I simply regard it as either nice or not, and drink rather too much of the former category.
It’s not all bad news though (I say thinking of husband when we he reads this,) I do love sparkling wine, truly. It is my favourite drink and would be my choice every time. Daunted in the past by its cost and availability and by the looks I felt exposed to if I dared to ask for a glass of bubbly, I love the new trend where in good bars you can now order a glass, preferably English, sip with enjoyment and regard the world not as a grumpy wife, but a co-partner of an exciting new venture.
(Do you think that’s enough to be forgiven?)
A lovely picture of my Husband taken by David Rose for the Sunday Telegraph.