As I sat with my friends in the sunshine, sipping a glass of pale pink wine, I felt sophisticated, elegant and feminine.
Rosé, I told myself, was a ‘nice’ alcoholic drink. In fact, with its associations of summer BBQs and evenings on the terrace, it seemed so harmless – so fun – that I almost thought of it like a soft drink.
I never imagined it would one day ruin my life. Because though so many women will be knocking back rosé like water in the current heatwave, it is very much an alcoholic drink – one with an ABV of up to
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