Yesterday I had a glass of wine. ‘A glass of wine’. I can’t remember the last time I had just one glass of wine. Actually I can’t remember the last time I drank out of a glass. I haven’t touched wine for quite some time, I do not or rather did not, have the skills to be moderate in my drinking. Like fat people and food I suppose. It’s funny I always thought fat people were just greedy until I came face to face with my own problem. Yesterday was lovely. After many days of not touching it, I had a glass of wine, that my parents poured for me with love, and we all had a glass each, and I nursed mine for a couple of hours, being mindful of the taste and the warmth it provided me. And content. It was enough. This was a huge experience for me and I am grateful to have the most understanding and supportive family. I may quickly add, that it has not always been like this, we have been through some terrible times, and both the youngsters and the elders have had much learning and accepting to do. And it’s always a work in progress. And I would have it no other way. Cheers!