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We stood outside on the street and watched the eclipse. We were the only ones out there. It was glorious. That moment when there’s a crescent sun. We talked about going to see eclipse totalities and finding dark towns to watch meteor showers from. Some of the best things we’ve ever done were free. We made one half-arsed effort at photographing it. But were really more invested in just watching it. Not free: sending her off at the weekend to buy two cases of wine from Flint Vineyard. After I ordered four bottles of mead from Horns Of Odin because they are having an event overstock sale. But fuck it, we have to live. For the record, I have one or two glasses of wine a day and occasionally another drink in the evening. But I’ve been thinking I need to get into the habit of aperitifs and digestifs. Figs for breakfast. I once read that Keith Waterhouse always started the day with a glass of champagne. He died quietly in his sleep at the age of 80, so it clearly didn’t do him any harm. I…