Find Wine!
Earlier this week I celebrated a birthday with a round of French 75s, a hot bath and an eye mask. I know, hardly rock &
Just as the change of season requires a change of clothing strategy (so long kaftans, hello jumpers AT LAST) so does the wine rack.
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.
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.
