I used to be a girl who popped round to her best friend's for a whisky on her way to work. I know, I know, what was I thinking? As a 47-year-old I can see that it probably wasn't the most sensible behaviour in the world but, you know what, it was kind of fun.
So in the spirit (no pun intended) of fun, I decided the time had come to re-discover the joys of alcohol, although preferably not at breakfast time.
I don't want to kill my liver but I've realised that I've gradually slid into a virtually alcohol free world over the last decade or so and I'm in danger of becoming someone who asks for a cuppa at parties. If I don't take action and fast I'll soon be a woman who thinks an M&S cardie is a hot outfit.....
Now I'm not saying I need alcohol to make myself more entertaining but, boy, it certainly helps to loosen things up. So, I've made a good start. Last month I renewed my acquaintance with pink champers which made me giggle and cry at the same time. Last weekend I re-discovered that I'm a far better dancer after a bottle and a half of rose wine (then again, isn't everyone?) and today I've made very satisfying contact again with vodka and Russchian, which used to be my drink when I was 18. I can see it being an ongoing friendship.
Just call me a lush.....I'll be too mellow to care!
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