another sickening paragraph about my genuine happiness and contentment with life. I dot even know if it's genuine anymore or if I am trying to convince myself that I feel good even thPugh every second moment I feel nauseas and my heart plummets into merest. it's amazing how tree despair can just take you over. anyhow, we went for a nice walk across the bridge to granite island and dandered around. I think mum had a bit too much wine because she was very loud and ridiculous the whole time, and her and granny had serioustrouble sitting down in the theatre but you know, they're oldies, they're allowed... i think.
tomorrow morning will be occupied with the excellence of wine crushing. I'm pretty sure that's the last step of making wine, when you syphon it out of the big tubs and into the barrels and then take the rest and put it in the crusher to get out all the excess juice into the barrels. and then you let it be in the lovely barrels for at least two years. yay. I'm off to humble sleep now.