Much as I’ve loved drinking rosé in the sun, yelling ‘suncream!’ at the children every now and again, it’s really good to be back.
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I’m not sure what day it is, the fridge is practically empty (despite having filled it with panic-bought food a few days ago) and the washing is out of control.
We’re off to a festival this weekend. And it’s my favourite kind of festival because it’s local, meaning I get to soak up the atmosphere and still collapse into my own bed at the end of it.
I’m currently 60% rosé, 40% hot dogs and the school holidays haven’t even started yet. I blame the weather. And the football.
I thought I could take it or leave it. You know, dip in and out as and when it suited me.
Last night our book club met at the beach. It was a glorious evening – calm sea, colourful sunset, cold rosé.
On Monday, the Husband and I celebrated 30 years since we first started going out. We were fifteen, the year was 1988.
