The fly flew from the ointment and landed in my drink Its lifeless body floated there gave me time to think Did I really want the comfort those bubbles would provide? Liquid gold within my veins Euphoric rush to downward slide In a memory my mind hides: The chasing of a high that can be … Continue reading Time to Fly
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Twelve weeks off the booze and I feel…pretty good.
Like my initial decision to take a break from alcohol, hitting the three month dry mark has been pretty non-eventful. I told a few friends and family I’d reached my target and gave my thanks for the obligatory ‘well done’ comments, but accepting praise felt a little disingenuous because, as was the case when I … Continue reading Twelve weeks off the booze and I feel…pretty good.
Six weeks off the booze and I feel…
...no bloody different! I’ve always liked a drink; ask everyone. But when I hit thirty-five last year and every single one of my birthday cards was alcohol related, I started to wonder if maybe I liked it a bit too much. Like many Brits, I’d been drinking since my teens and alcohol was just an … Continue reading Six weeks off the booze and I feel…
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