Celebrate Good Times C’mon! Oh, wait…

It’s not like the old days when I could pop a cork or twist off a bottle top to celebrate. I can’t even have a cheeky glass of bubbly. The conga-line that I have been permanently attached to for the past 25 years has fizzled out. All that’s left is me, in a wonky paper hat tooting on a broken blower with the scent of exploded party poppers lingering on my feather boa.

I used to celebrate life with alcohol. Birthday. Booze. Christmas. Booze. After 5pm. Booze. It was my go-to, my reliable friend, my guarantee of what I called ‘A good night on the Razzle Dazzle’. But…