Careful, or Amy might turn you into a frog! Its 7.45pm on Sunday evening and I am off to bed. Ron and I went out last night, to a friend’s house down the road, for a cheese and wine party. Apart from conjouring up bad memories from university when Society evenings used to call a block of cold, hard processed cheese and several boxes of cheap plonk – cheese & wine, it was actually a lovely evening. Just the right amount of people and plenty of the afore mentioned cheese and wine. I drank a bottle of delicious Italian muscato, a slightly sweet, fizzy, low alcohol drink which basically tastes like Grapetiser and is only approximately three standard drinks for the bottle. Which I drank all of, myself.