Flat bubbles

I went to a friend’s delightful afternoon party on Sunday; guests were invited for tea and champagne. I drank a cup of tea and then I drank champagne… and today I don’t feel near as bubbly as yesterday.

I listened to a radio play once set probably at a time when women wore crinoline. The heroine had become unwell and languished on the chaise longue. A man of respectable status determined to minister to her immediately sent for champagne. Since then I have viewed it not only as a delicious indulgence, but as a drink with revivifying qualities. A glass right now might be good.