Being a single woman in my 40s, I’ve enjoyed my fair share of good times.
I have bought the love of my life (a gorgeous chihuahua called Ziggy), applied for jobs I wasn’t qualified for (and yet, got!), kissed strangers and thrown my life belongings into storage before buying a one-way ticket to Paris for the summer.
The one thing these experiences all have in common? They all happened after a glass (or three, or four) of wine. And it was glorious.
Those stories will keep me company in my dying days as I look back on my life with a smile.
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