‘Animarum’ Jonathan Zwartz plays through the third red Riddoch Coonawarra Friday night in early June. No need for Adamson’s peppermill, so flavoursome was Carol’s chicken soup, complete with Bega Tasty on sourdough. Now to survey the table in my claret-cheeked unwind, a week of invoices, stack management, and orders, including the Merton martyrdom book. Carol returns to laptop, crossed tees and dotted eyes on Brendan the Navigator paper for tomorrow. An oblong phone rests by a placemat, quiet as night. The bowl of oranges and lemons waits for breakfast. Miss B., absented with impending viral bug, asleep elsewhere, dreams weekend.