last night we had a friend of my husband’s staying with us, and they had wine with supper (which was fine with me).
clearing up afterwards, my daughter picked up the corkscrew, looked at me, and said,
“Mum, is this ours?”
I felt a glow of pride that my beautiful teenage daughter sees our corkscrew so seldom nowadays that she doesn’t even recognise it as belonging to us. it has been relegated to the little-used-utensils drawer, along with the lemon zester and the cherry pipper.
sober life is not a bowl of cherries – but it is infinitely better than the alternative.
wishing you a sunny, sober day! Prim xx