usually succumb to wine temptation only at weekends and Wednesday night. But, we got married on Saturday, very small close family affair, so I was thinking of having wine with new DH every night this week ( and it's junior apprentice tonight, always improved even more slightly relaxed).
Does sitting in my living room just north of Rochdale, knowing I have to get up at 7 every day constitute a pretend honeymoon, or am I developing lush tendencies?