Urf. I can barely move.
Happiness is cooking a fantastic roast dinner and enjoying the fruits of your labours with a glass of Portuguese red. (Waitrose have just started stocking a particularly splendid red from the Douro. The Portuguese are sensible enough to keep most of their best wines to themselves and export only the crap [remember Mateus? yuk] – but just occasionally something escapes. Altano is a good example of such an escapee.)
separating the wanted from the unwanted