I keep meaning to give up drinking wine. I don’t know why. Perhaps something this enjoyable isn’t good for me. Who knows?
“Would you like a glass of wine, Mum?” asks Gemma-Rose.
“No, thanks. Not tonight,” I say firmly.
My youngest daughter’s face drops. She looks so disappointed. She loves pouring wine. I feel like a terrible mother.
“Okay,” I say relenting. “Pour me half a glass.” Well, what was I supposed to say? I have made a young girl happy.
My son Callum arrives home from work. “I’ve got a present for you, Mum,” he announces as he whips a bottle from behind his back.
“A bottle of wine!” I smile.
I can’t announce I’m no longer a wine drinker. It would spoil Callum's surprise. It would be awfully selfish of me to refuse that delightful bottle of delicious red wine. I’m sure you agree. I give my son a huge hug, before finding a glass. “Gemma-Rose, do you want to pour me some wine?”
I read somewhere if you're having problems sleeping you shouldn’t drink alcohol at night. I tried drinking it earlier in the day instead. It didn’t make much difference. I still can’t sleep. I might as well enjoy the wine.
But I wonder if it will make me fat.
“There are not many calories in a glass of red wine, Mum,” Imogen informs me. “Anyway, it has all sorts of good stuff in it. A glass a day keeps you healthy, they say.”
Wine is good for me? I always look after my health. Could my body actually need that glass each day?
My glass is empty. “Shall I get you another glass of wine, Mum?" Gemma-Rose looks so sweet. She really wants to help me. And I never discourage anyone who wants to help. “Yes, please!”
It seems I have no choice. I am a wine drinker, whether I like it or not.
“Do you have any chocolate to go with that wine?” I ask. I’ve heard chocolate is good for me too.
Anyone want to join me? I have another glass somewhere, and a bar of dark chocolate. Or would you prefer some cheese?
“Gemma-Rose, can you find some cheese and biscuits, please?” Of course, she can.