From Happy Hour to Lock Up.

Apart from 2 husbands, the other main love interest in my life has to be red wine.

Especially red wine in France.

I am an addict, of that I'm sure and my addiction to red wine has led to many out-of-control moments, let me share this one with you.

The Cote d'Azur in 2012 and a celebration of The Diamond Jubilee in our campsite.

Bunting up and a table groaning with wine and nibbly bits appeared - it was like a moth to a flame.

It began early, let's face it most of us Brits "like a drink" it distracts us from our pointless lives and drinking whilst on holiday has to be the ultimate pastime.

It's interesting, when you all drink together you don't realise how ridiculous the whole concept is.

Let's drink something that turns you into a loud obnoxious bore, makes you unwell and generally costs you financially - what a great idea - bring it on!

Can't remember much about getting back but I can remember becoming a bit more conscious about 4am and needing to go to the loo.

Our static caravan although quite roomy, had a bedroom at either end. One with two single beds and the one we slept in with a double bed and no room to get out on my side which was the furthest from the door so I had to gently climb over the husband to get out of the door.

Thick head and still quite confused I made my way to the toilet and then back to our room (or so I thought).

I would get on the edge of the bed and jump across to my side,

Foot on the corner I launched myself over a sleeping man and landed, not sure where at first but quickly realised I was in a suitcase, albeit a large one.

Where was I?

It took me a few seconds to realise that I had gone into the wrong bedroom! I was in a suitcase which was on one of the single beds in the twin room. How could I have been so confused?

The next day I had a bruise on my head and an even bigger bruise of my ego.

Leaving France the following day I was convinced that I was about to die from alcohol poisoning and vowed never to touch the stuff again.

That lasted until the next time.

It took me a long time to learn and although I can recall these stories with fondness and humour, how I survived to tell these tales I'm not sure, but here I am 6 years sober and healthy and happy - it's never too late.