Here is our image this week: Photo by Brooke Lark
It was cocktails at seven.
Why did she accept the invitation in the first place?
‘ ‘Cos you’re lonely,’ her inner self chastised.
At two minutes past seven she tapped on her neighbour’s door, and was warmly bustled inside.
The room was full of residents from their building, some she already knew by sight.
Introductions made, her host tapped on his glass.
‘Welcome everyone! As I celebrate my fifth alcohol free year, may I wish you a ‘Berry’ Christmas and offer a glass of good cheer to you all without the possibility of a hangover.’
Berries had never tasted so good.