Saturday cocktail hour...

 ...is at 7 o'clock tonight. Of course.

I will be drinking red wine, the bottle of which claims a bottle never lasts more than 90 minutes, which could make the hour interesting. I'm not in a very cocktail place today, though Thursday night I spent watching an Old Vic livestream with a very large Bellini. And last night I had a defiant Pimms *and* a prosecco-using-up negroni sbagliato. I feel like it's serious drink time tonight. Maybe it's serious time of year. Maybe the confinement is ending? It feels like it, a bit - I don't want to go back to the office, but external rumblings suggest I'm going to have to (and it's hard to argue that London is a dangerous place this week; I just... feel like it may be again). My yoga studio is putting way more classes back in studio. My vermouth collection (pictured here some weeks ago) has shifted more towards white vermouth, which feels all wrong.

 

But for now, I have absolutely no plans for Saturdays up until Christmas (and even then tbh), so I remain at your disposal. Feeling reasonably Confined, still.