It’s 3 o clock and I find myself dancing around with a guy. He’s been a bit sick but I’m not put off - we’ve all been there pal. I’ve got a bottle in one hand, the music is pumping and the lights are pulsating to the beat. I’m singing along and I can’t stop smiling, I’m utterly giddy - there’s a bubble machine for goodness sake. I’m having the time of my life.
20-something wine-downing, cat-snuggling, over-sharing, reluctant "grown-up".
Come along for the ride!