Hello Brave Babes!
It's been a manic week here. I have been filling up my time with children and work and chores and various forms of displacement activity, but fortunately NO BOOZE.
Mouse I hope today goes well. Love to Nemo on his special day
Venus Thank you for your insights, I love the idea of being tiddly after a small glass of sherry too, but ain't never going to happen :( Such a seductive image.
Alias Come on gal, you know this perpetual argument in your head is bad for you
SAF Pottering is good though!
Ma I am going to humiliate myself, but utterly humiliate myself in this race for life. I was a red-faced, coughing spluttering wreck after doing 1k. How did you do 5k? Just how?
Soba Lovely to hear about you and your DD :)
Welcome to the new Babes. I'd like to say a big thank you to the Babes, for all the experiences shared. Thank you also for the support in keeping me going with the Antabuse. I was thinking of trying to re-establish control without chemical assistance but on reflection there was also a sneaky and beguiling underthought that maybe, just maybe I could have the odd glass of wine. But that is just a wish. I know that I can't just stop at one or even two. I know that I am repulsive when drunk - horrible to others and to myself too. Completely irresponsible of me.
I am trying to re-establish myself properly at work, where I have let the reins drop after the past year or more. Working late and soberly and diligently. I think I need to make up a lot of lost ground. I hope it works :)
Meanwhile I have a delightful new purple mac, which has put me in mind of this:
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.