Fizz, phones and fantastic organisation..

This is the time of year for drinking fizzy. In fact, my daughter in law and I tend to feel that any old excuse for opening a bottle of fizzy will do nicely. But that is just us.

Anyway, other people clearly also feel that this is the season to drink fizzy as the Guardian gave a review of different supermarkets' offerings of Prosecco. Despite liking the stuff, I don't really consider myself a true connoisseur. Above all, I don't have the language. And the language is pretentious and nonsensical to say the least.

Sainsbury's Prosecco is described being "anchored by a lingering dryness and, while you must concentrate to get the full effect, fruit flavours: honeyed apricots, orange oils and sharper citrus notes are palpable and persistent." Waitrose Prosecco has "Hints and whispers of tropical fruits" while Lidl's gives ,another rapid assault of flavours – fleeting apple, pear and floral notes". In Marks and Spencer's version, on the other hand, if you focus hard you may "pinpoint apple, pear and pineapple flavours, but, ultimately, this is a sweet, frothy bubblegum wine – an effervescent alcohol delivery system". Tesco's Prosecco has "some weak, mirage-like green apple and unripe pear flavours".

I thought this fizzy wine was made from grapes. So where do the apricots, apples, pears and a major fruit salad come from? Or is my palate just too unsophisticated? All of this nonsense can surely just be ignored.

We have had a splendid chilly but bright day, out and about with the kids in the park. We might crack open another bottle of bubbles this evening.

Tomorrow we plan a huge family reunion lunch. Masses of sisters, cousins and children of cousins getting together. This has involved a masterpiece of organisation with phone calls flying through the ether, booking tables and rearranging meeting times. All this done without shouting down my phone even once.

I came across a story about someone on a train overhearing a shouted mobile phone conversation. It was annoying him somewhat but he got his own back. At some point the loud communicator told her communicatee her mobile number. The annoyed listener noted it down on the edge of his paper. He then texted her to remind her that it was not necessary to shout when speaking on the phone. The shouting stopped.

That is clearly the way to do it!