When my flat was constructed in 2006, at the peak of the city centre building boom in Manchester, decent workmen were hard to find, or so it seems. One employee of venerable but notorious subcontractors, Boddgit and Scarper, found a new use for 4 inch nails: Namely to use them not only to station a roughly fitted cupboard shelf but also to make an elegant, if unnecessary, belly button piercing in the hot water pipe that feeds the kitchen tap.
It is a miracle that this did not result in a visible leak until late summer of 2008. The nail finally rusted away and now most of the hall floor, skirting and cupboard wall has been temporarily removed, whilst a dehumidifier is valiantly trying to soak up the excess “moisture” like a digital sponge.
I often find that Aussie Shirai (I assume that is the plural of Shiraz) are a bit drying in the mouth, so I don’t drink anywhere near the amount of down under wines that I should. I am not about to launch a flood of reviews but let’s try to redress the balance one drip at a time eh? A drop of Eden Valley “The Saviours” 2003 had been sitting in my rack for a while. I needed something to take my mind off things.