Like missing a limb

I met a German with one leg yesterday. He was a very pleasant chap, didn't appear to like sweet German wines, and was rather agile on his crutches. While I am not saying I am in a comparable position to him, I feel as though a little bit of me is missing.

I think I have lost my tasting notebook. Not the one that I have all my iconic wines in, but it is my current notebook. Nearly every wine I have tried since January this year is in it, and it is lurking somewhere in North East Fife between the brilliant Seafood Restaurant in St Monans, my work in Cupar and St Andrews. I should relax, realise that it will turn up and not worry, but it is bothering me. I think I might go to work to see if it is there.....

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