My day of wine and roses was a long, dry Good Friday
The misery of certain nights remains with you forever. I still recall the military-style planning involved in an expedition where my then girlfriend and I planned to spend a romantic Friday night in Balbriggan in 1986, after a friend loaned us his house there.
Careful consideration was given to the purchase of alcohol the previous evening - a good bottle of wine and some brandy to wash it down when savouring the treat of a night away. She worked in a nursing home on the Swords Road. After her shift ended, she had five minutes to race down to meet me at the bus stop, where the Balbriggan bus was due to stop.
I grew so worried about her making it in time that I had an inexcusable meltdown and left the bag with the wine and brandy at home. We both realised my mistake at the same moment amid our exhilaration at reaching the bus stop with seconds to spare.