Some days are like this.
Its a Sunday but you've been working since the moment you woke up. You don't feel bad about it because the children have also buried their noses in their books.
There's a fabulous gig in town and you've no one to go with. The good thing is that there is a superb wine chilling in your fridge that you've been meaning to drink for a long time.
The glass of wine you pour for yourself spills before you can take the first sip. Thankfully, it hasn't spilled on your laptop.
The entire room stinks of wine, you may have to crank the window open to let the smell out. Thankfully you don't do it and the smell of the wine ensures you a blissful sleep.
Why aren't more days like this?