A couple of weeks ago I got blind drunk with some mums at my older kids school and ended up sat in the garden having the first cigarette I’ve had since before my kids were born and telling one of the other mums some stories from my younger years. She seemed pretty shocked. Not only do me and my husband and kids live more than an hour outside of the nearest big city, where a lot of people got married pretty young and haven’t ventured much past London bar their yearly holiday to France but nowadays I’m a pretty reserved, sensible type. Always helping out at school events and organizing drinks for my small group of girlfriends. But until I was in my 30s I was pretty crazy and sometimes (quite a bit of the time these days) I really, really miss it. My husband was also the first long term boyfriend I ever had, before him I loved my singlehood and the ummm…. opportunities … it presented. Telling some stories to the other ladies got me more turned on than I’ve been in years and I want to relive more of those memories so I’ve decided to start sharing anonymously on here. This is really not the craziest one by a stretch but perhaps the memory I’m most fond of, at the time I felt ridiculously grown up and I loved it, so I thought I’d start here.