Later that evening as we were sat together at a table in the corner of our local pub, I stretched back in my chair and looked at my two daughters, a smile on my face.
“Watch out Lou, she’s pissed again.” Grace grinned as she nodded in my direction.
“Language!” I sat up and pretended to give her a scolding look. “Besides, I’ve only had one glass of wine.”
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