After her husband’s death, Constantia hit the bottle. Even during the funeral in church, she was so drunk she had to be supported by her brother and brother-in-law. She kept calling out “WHA! WHA! WHAA!” which people took to be an utterance of grief, but as Constantia’s brother pointed out, it was an exclamation of exhilaration at having come into the possession of gigantic opulence.
A week or so after the funeral, Constantia decided to sober up and get on with life. Insobriety had been her way of covering up for lack of grief.
Constantia celebrated her new found fortune by buying a hat.
Weave a Web 
Hats off to Constantia!
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Thank you – I think this is one of my favourite stories (mainly I suspect because it’s so stupid). However, stupidity is a genre! and the accompanying picture is from my calendar for 2018. The calendar is of old posters advertising French alcoholic beverages.
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You shine like a sun that would never set.
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It sounds like you’ve been into some of that French wine advertised on my calendar.
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Wine is good, even too much wine! I suspect there are a lot of women out there like Constantia!
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I trust you won’t run out of vino until the Florence floods subside around you…
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