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September 24, 2013

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Sounds wonderful. And what of the mareira, m'dear?

Ah yes, the Madeira, C. 'Twas many years since it had passed my lips and these days I rarely drink. But one evening after a rather fine dinner at a local restaurant, we were served ice-cold Madeira in tiny shot glasses. It was exceedingly good and a small quantity was plenty.

I bought a bottle home; a friend and I have already sampled the contents, in the same fashion, ice-cold after supper. I doubt that it will last long.

So glad you had a lovely, relaxing, revitalizing holiday -- you've had so much to contend with. May the warmth last, in your spirit if not in the surrounding weather back home!

So pleased that you had a true holiday = probably overdue and definitely well deserved. It looks beautiful on your photos. wxx

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