I’ve been gradually moving my stuff from The Menagerie to The Priory over the last few weeks. When H, R and P are in bed, I pack another box of stuff. Oddly, it’s quite a cathartic experience – I’ve come across old books I’d forgotten I had, old CDs and even some old notebooks (I’ve had the notebook habit for longer than I thought).
This week I came across an old wine diary I used to keep. I can’t remember where I’d got the diary (emblazoned ‘What Wine Was That?’!) but I used to write notes in it after ‘sampling’ wines. I can’t believe I used to take it so seriously!
Anyway, as I packed it away in the box, it led to me hatching a cunning plan……
‘I could show this to the Chief Psychiatrist and maybe it might persuade him to open some of those bottles in the rack in my room,’ I thought.
Back at The Priory I was unpacking my box.
‘This might interest you,’ I said to the Chief Psychiatrist, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
I pulled out the wine diary and laid it on the table. He picked it up and started flicking through it.
‘Hmm. A 1997 Zinfandel. Bouquet – bubblegum. Bubblegum? How can wine have a bubblegum bouquet!’ he exclaimed.
‘It’s what I smelt at the time….,’ I offered. ‘The first smell that came to me….’ I’m sure that I’d read somewhere that you described the first thing that came into your head.
He continued flicking through the book. ‘There are some nice wines here,’ he said, starting to sound interested in my wine tasting adventures.
Any minute now.
‘I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you go up to your room and bring down a bottle of that claret you’ve had your eye on? We can start keeping our own record of the wines we drink’ he said.
We’ve completed 6 new entries already.
