tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677133322409652783.post2153130378538336216..comments2023-10-30T00:51:36.361-11:00Comments on Diary of a Desperate Exmoor Woman: The Number Seven Walking Book Club Exmoorjanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09230395732150659356noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677133322409652783.post-64038257965323336042013-09-03T21:41:21.566-11:002013-09-03T21:41:21.566-11:00That sounds about perfect. :) Seems y/our (her ow...That sounds about perfect. :) Seems y/our (her own) Sandie couldn't post her comment here thanks to wretched Word verif... :( Exmoorjanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09230395732150659356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677133322409652783.post-85784509808078522262013-09-01T07:52:19.089-11:002013-09-01T07:52:19.089-11:00At the mention of the word vino I knew that it was...At the mention of the word vino I knew that it was my Sandie you were referring to!! Not that I own her... but you know what I mean. Oddly enough I would have thought precisely the same as Sandie, but the last book club before the summer holidays I walked home because one of our members is a wine merchant and she had a lot of half empty bottles from a wine tasting that needed emptying. As we walked home together (it was a bit of a trek, I live in the back of beyond) we continued our discussion of the book (possibly because we had been mainly drinking wine rather than discussing the book during our actual meeting)and it was rather lovely. There was a full moon, no clouds and bouyed up by a couple of glasses of vino the walk didn't seem so long. So I think you and Sandie are both right :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com