Laughter ensues as poor Huw dodges yet another near miss of my red wine sloshing onto his cream trousers. I talk with my hands and it seems not to matter if I’m clutching a brimming glass of wine or not. The poor man is being regaled with stories from a slightly tipsy, definitely hyper-me.
Still chuckling ... and smiling happily at the love-filled descriptions 💕
It’s all so vivid and immediate! ❤️
Grab all the joy you can! It all sounds lovely! 😁