Wasn’t quite the finest wine known to humanity. But it was available there and then (as opposed to here, and now). And it helped.
I have ever-so-slight a headache now…and I’ve not got an awful lot of cope left to deal with Guide issues (which seem to be rearing massively today). In fact, listening to the end of the Camomile Lawn on the radio, and discovering that it was adapted for radio by our lovely neighbour in our sequestered (her husband’s description) cul-de-sac in Norwich, the lovely lady who ended up with dementia.
Doubtless, I will pull myself together. But right now, I’m not in the mood.