“Oops,’ I say, dropping my glasses on the floor yet again.
It has been a long night, and perhaps, in hindsight that fifth glass of wine isn’t such a great idea. Giggling into my empty glass, I ponder whether I am going to have another glass. After all, I’m not driving, and don’t have work in the morning.
It has been a long time since I had a night out with the girls, and we are having such a laugh. Who knew dropping glasses could be so funny. I fumble with my mobile, and text my husband to pick me up in an hour, but all that happens is a few lines of happy emojis and pic . . . me . . .
I mean, he should get the message from that shouldn’t he?