By my own admission I’ve always been a whisky kinda lady.
Then Mum got cancer…
We would have our girlie afternoons , sit and sip coffee together, chit-chat about everything and nothing. On occasion the coffee would be substituted by a large Gin and Tonic.
I didn’t really like Gin back then, I didn’t hate it either … I just didn’t dabble. It sounds daft but drinking it together made me feel even closer to her … like we were bonding over her favourite tipple. Continue reading