Tuesday, 14 May 2019

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.

Monday, 13 May 2019

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.