Why does living with parents make me behave like a naughty teenager?

I have a confession to make. This newsletter is going out late partly because I’ve got a hangover. I’m really sorry about that. I wasn’t going to admit to this but my good friend Bryony suggested that I should just write about it as it’s relevant. Also given being authentic is one of the main values behind this newsletter, she is right that I shouldn’t hide it. It’s the first proper hangover I’ve had since the UK went into lockdown and because I live with my parents right now, I am currently hiding from them like I would do when I was a teenager. What has my life become?     

It all started when I had a few kitchen disasters while making dinner last night. I poured myself a glass of a Rose Malbec and retreated to the garden to cool down and it tasted so good that I poured myself some more. Then I had a chat on the phone with a friend and had another glass and then it was time for a Zoom hang out with my Shrewsbury friends. It has become a weekly feature to meet on Saturday nights. We e…