Day 3 - Hanging on the telephone

Day 3 comes to the slowest close of my days, or so it feels. 

Good to have a bit of melodrama eh? Booze likes that.

Tonight I phoned a friend about nothing really, but she's a blether and whilst she nattered about nattery things, the cravings came and went. 

I hung on to the phone, cleaned the kitchen, did some gardening, whilst phone tucked under my ear, hung on my chin.

Literally hanging on the telephone.

Day 1

I found one after the longest time of denial, tantrums, secrecy and hideous depression. Hard knocks, family crisis, new jobs, and general life stuff. 

I found a day one. 

I'm trying not to scare it today, as whilst I woke fresh faced and hopeful, Day 2 is hanging on by a whisker. 

Like a hand gliding hamster. 

I hope my trusty Dangermouse sidekick turns up soon to steer this wobbly ill thought out sober vehicle, I really want to keep in it.

Time to keep busy.