Women of wine

This bottle of wine is worth about £100 and I drank it with my daughter the night before she went back to Australia. She works in the wine industry and it was a gift. After Tesco and Sainsbury’s special offer Shiraz the first sip sent my tongue in to mouth orgasm. It was yum. No idea of the bouquet and other wine gush. It was just a sensual delight.

I love the ritual of opening a bottle, the glug glug sound of tipping it out the bottle, I don’t like the big goblets they sometimes give you, I drink from a weighted whiskey glass at home – I like to feel it heavy in my hand and to hold the liquid on my tongue. I probably have the propensity towards an addictive personality in the same way as I enjoyed smoking and enjoy the sensations of most things physical.

As it was in our gift, it was appropriate to drink a £100 bottle of wine. A* is going back to Australia and may never come back beyond holiday visits. I am going to have to budget and plan to maintain some face to face contact. It’s a good job I have never been to Australia as I suspect that is going to be my holiday destination until the end of my days.

What do you say to your children at such times? What do all those years of parenting and trying to stand alongside them in triumph and grief distil down to? In the end I chose to say that whatever she decides to do with her life is OK by me and that I will always love her. She is the only daughter I will ever have.