Locked down again

I write this sitting in the kitchen having recently examined contents of my cheese fridge where there are several hard cheeses, both blues and reds (don't go mixing the reds along with the blues, as the great Fairport Convention once sang on one of their less great tracks) and some soft. Reviewing my output has caused me to ponder on wtf I am doing with my time.

The soft cheeses which are quite young are rather pleasing. The blues are promising and the reds a little bitter. Very much like the emerging outcome of the US Presidential election that is currently failing to conclude.

Any old road up, as an old boss and now older friend had a habit of saying, I notice time has flown by and I have again allowed my pointless blogging to drift into abeyance. 

Given that I am now in my seventh decade and officially more vulnerable to this centuries plague, I think it time to give it another go.

I am at least on paper a qualified bore in both wine and cheese, but as The One has implied she has noticed have done nothing useful with this status. I have shelled out quite a few quid on gaining the certificates so perhaps I should get up off my ageing arse and take a bit of a risk.

What puts me off a little is the sense that the world is already full of similarly qualified dullard and that one more would only add to the surplus. On the other hand, who cares? 

I will spend some time preparing a pilot wine & cheese evening for a small bunch of carefully selected friends who, I hope, will give me their honest comments as to whether others may be interested.

In the meantime.