Why I’m ending my love affair with wine…
I love my Sauvignon Blanc. Really love it. It has to be Marlborough and chilled and in a gorgeous glass, but I can’t live without it. Occasionally we fall out, mainly if I wake up with a humdinger of a hangover or a fuzzy brain, or to discover I’ve had a ridiculous text argument with a friend. And I’ll give myself a stern talking to and plan to cut down. I’ll only drink at weekends, or every other day, or on special social occasions. And never alone. Well, I’m with my cat, that’s not alone is it?
So….that was me, 130 days ago. And when I look back now, who was I kidding? Then, I reasoned that I would be easy enough to cut down, surely.
My new plan would last about three days, max. Once upon a time I managed to stop after half a bottle. But in the past 18 months, it had started creeping up. I’d leave a couple of inches in the bottle so that I could reassure myself I wasn’t drinking a bottle a night. But I might as well have been.
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