Back When Life Was A Bottomless Cask Of Chardonnay

Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think I would look at a three-door, electric-blue Barina and be jealous. But lately, when I sit in traffic I can't help but follow young women glowing with perfect lip gloss and possibility, running across the street - I swear in slow motion - before jumping into their tiny fuel-efficient cars and driving off.