Guess who’s back…
One lost bear in Liverpool: found and returned home.
At least my birthday had one positive outcome.
And I’ve almost reached a fortnight of alcohol-free living. Just got back from a lovely night with old friends and stuck to passion fruit juice (the new Porn Star Martini).
Perhaps hitting 40 will be a turning point for me in more ways than one.
Next I’m investigating dry bars; they’re the new, erm, bars.