BE OF GOOD CHEER –

Jan. 8, 2024 – Two years ago, I got so drunk on Aperol Spritzes at a bbq that when I came home, I crawled around my teenage daughter’s bedroom floor, giggling uncontrollably. To my shame, her 14-year-old boyfriend was there too. So far, so embarrassing. A mad dash to the bathroom followed, where I vomited so violently it was like the head-spinning possession scene from The Exorcist.

I’ve barely touched alcohol since. Now, I only drink once or twice a year. I love champagne, bellinis and piña coladas but the reality is I’m a lightweight. After just one glass, I’m tipsy and after three or more glasses, I’m gone and the hangover is so bad, it lasts for 24 hours.

I first stopped drinking at 31, when I was trying for a baby. Three daughters later, by the age of 43, I’d spent 12 years not touching a drop. 

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