Humph

[desperance]

I was just going to say A jug of wine, a loaf of bread and thou - meaning my book - meaning that when a man has bread and wine and work to do his day's pretty much okay, when the bread is as delicious as this (in my ongoing adventures with sourdough, this is a loaf that rose so slowly I knocked it back and left it overnight, knocked it back again in the morning and left it to rise all day before I baked it in the evening; it's not beautiful to look at, I seem irrevocably to have lost that elasticity of dough that makes a loaf-shaped loaf and this is more like a risen flatbread, but by golly it tastes fabulous: sour and nutty and did I mention sour...?).

And then I tripped on the stairs and spilled half my wine.

Bah, humbug.

*dips bread in oil, and carries on*