There are a million reasons why I love the shit out of my mum, but by far the most important one is that she can always be relied upon to pour a very large glass of wine at the end of a long day (or a short day for that matter because whatever the question, fermented grapes are probably the answer). It's a de-stressing reflex action that I have enthusiastically enjoyed with her on numerous occasions over the years and one for which she deserves the utmost credit. For real, I have struggled to find another human who embodies the ideology of "wine not?" quite so effortlessly and wholeheartedly as she. If I ever doubt for a second that I'm my mother's daughter, a quick peek in the fridge on a Monday Friday night brings it right back in all its pinot-y, sauvignon blanc-y, glory.
Last Wednesday, we took a trip up to London for a spot of view perving up the Shard and pretending to be cultured in the Tate Modern. If our shared appreciation for wine is one thing, our lack of tolerance for artwork that looks like it was painted by a five year old is another. But we tried, we really tried. Anyway, the day ended on a high with a chinwag over some decent grub...and a nice cold glass of pinot, obvs. Do love ya, Mum ♥♥♥
So shout out to all the mother's out there who have no idea what their daughters job roles are but support them and love them unconditionally while sending them lol memes on Pinterest and filling up their wine glasses. #savewaterdrinkwine
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