I was in Roslindale Village today, calling in at Solera wine, where Michael asked me if I’d seen yesterday’s rugby match between Ireland and England. I said that I hadn’t, and that my team was Scotland, who hadn’t fared any better than England. Scotland lost to Italy, for those not following at home. So I bought some Italian wine, bid Michael good day, and went on to the cheese shop.
One of my cheese purposes was a Californian cheddar. For those knowledgable about cheese, geography, or both, that’s a little strange. But today seems like an appropriate day for cheese from California.