When I am old I shall drink Pimms from the teapot decanted into a fine
bone china cup.
I shall live by the sea and trade five a day for several measures of gin.
And swim every morning in the cold grey blue sea and given up hope that my hair will be anything but a tangled mess of frizz for the rest of my days.
I shall decorate the house with rabbit wallpaper and fill it with books and empty bottles of wine.
And share my life with a pug called Limoncello Belle Pugly instead of children who have grown and scattered to far flung shores.
I shall shop daily for tidbits and eat brunch with the dog before taking a catnap.
And take long haul flights many times each year to check that the children are thriving and enjoying their lives.
I shall invite old friends to stay and reminisce about our former lives.
And recall all of the previous roles I have had... wife, mother, crazy cat lady, mentor, scientist, bottle washer. Jack of all trades, master of none at all.
I shall pootle about in a vintage car and get intentionally lost down winding country lanes to see where they go.
And invite lonely people to stay for Christmas and New Year to feast on recipes only I know - washed down with lots of wine.
I shall choose my next holiday destination by sticking a pin in a globe with my eyes tightly shut.
And create cake recipes with gin and whisky and rum and wine.
I shall not write lists any more. Making each day its own unfurling adventure instead.
Looking back on my life, I will smile and know that wine was the only thing keeping me sane.
I have travelled, volunteered and made amends for past grievances and realised that my hormones were mostly to blame.
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