I’m what you’d classify as a woman of a certain vintage. Dare I say like a full-bodied red wine, hm, perhaps not. Regardless, my spirit feels at ease in its comfortable slippers, favourite sweatshirt, lived in tee-shirt. Take your pick, it’s about feeling good in your skin.
Rejoice, and vow to live life as if it’s your last day. For one day you’ll slip between the worlds and walk through other pastures.
So let’s raise a glass of the waters of life, a hunk of good bread and flavoursome cheese.
Salut dear friends! I raise my glass to your well-being and Senor Bunuel for his plain words.