No half measures

Little it was supposed to be

Minute even.

Just our children, my best friend and me.

“Let’s burn this wooden furniture seeing as I’m moving out. Let’s have a few drinks. A few hours later we were in full flow. Watch this mimi fire pit while I get us all some more drinks. Make sure it doesn’t get out of control “. She said.

Less than a minute later what should have remained within a half a metre fire pit had gotten out of control. However...

It had been Pimms o’clock for the past four hours so the scorched grass made me laugh uncontrollably.

“Small fire! You said it would be a teeny, tiny fire. This ain’t small love. It’s flaming ablaze” I said before we finally fell to the ground wetting ourselves (not just euphemistically might I add)!

We return to the matter at hand, subduing the flames & adding yet more alcohol to water down our blood.

Some stories should only be told anonymously. But we were out of control. Saying goodbye to our twenties in flagrant style.