Reasons why I don’t have kids #46

I’m a bit of a lush.  If there’s an opportunity to drink, I will.

Brunch?  Fantastic, I’ll have a Bloody Mary or a Mimosa.  Thanks.  Lunch with friends; wine.  Dinner with friends; wine.  Date?  Bit of Dutch courage, glass of fizz while choosing something to wear.  Night out with the girls, fizz to get us in the mood while we get ready at home, listening to the greatest hits of Kylie Minogue.

And if there isn’t, I’ll make one.

Jazz concert; it has to be a bourbon.   Day off?  Great, I can relax with a glass of wine.  Unexpected early finish, oooooh, better have a caña.

Stressed/relaxed/happy/sad/tired: G & T.  Porque no?  Gracias

Y in the day, oh go on then………..

If it was acceptable to have a glass of champagne every day for breakfast, I would.  Rumour has it, Marilyn Monroe used to have a glass of her favourite, Mumm, in the morning, in a champagne flat.  I loved her just a little bit more when I discovered this nugget (true or otherwise), at the vineyard of said champers producers on a trip to the region, more than twenty years ago.


There’s something ultimately glamorous about drifting through a day, ever-so-slightly jacked on French bubbles.  But of course, this is only possible if you have nothing better to do with your days, than float around the house in a chiffon house coat and marabou trimmed mules.

Not, if you have a couple of lively kids running about the place, who need picking up from school or pony club or hockey.

And that is my reasons why I don’t have kids no. 47


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