Twenty-four Years

When we saved a bottle of champagne from our wedding, we didn't expect to forget about it for a score and four years. A couple weeks ago we were rummaging in the closet and found that something on the high shelf had leaked a drizzle of sticky stuff onto one of Mr A's shirts. Oh dear. There will be no toasts from that bottle for this happy couple. We are staying in tonight and making fresh pasta, and there is a rhubarb almond tart cooling on the counter. I don't much care for champagne anyway. We're going to split a beer.