Morning all...
Day 12 for me, almost can't believe it myself, but it's true...
Had to drop something off at a friends house last night - her and her husband had been out for a meal and had had 'a couple of glasses of wine' - all i could smell was booze and that was in the garden, so not even an enclosed space. Made me wonder how often previously I have been stinking of wine whilst thinking I was presenting a perfectly sober picture... Felt a little sad somehow - I suppose that I let it get so far, maybe!
Off to visit friend this weekend, and looking forward to the downtime - we've both been burning the candle at both ends a little so are both looking forward to chillaxing a little...
Will report back on the acceptability of the Lidl faux mulled wine 
Last time around I had necked a bottle of red wine before I got on the train and two mini bottles on the train
but not feeling the need, at all, this time around - although I think there's a real risk of chocolate milk!! or maybe an iced coffee 
Had lots of advise to 'just get drunk' this weekend, that somehow that will solve all of the problems - me and other friend.... lots of advise just to ply each other with gin, and it's that enabling, self reassuring thing from others... I hadn't seen it before, possible because it was enabling me, but drink, and encouragement to drink IS everywhere... (and i work in a booze factory - oh the irony) Not sure I've articulated that particularly well, but never quite noticed how much of the daily chatter is drink, drunk, drink, booze, drinking.....
I'm tired today, maybe a little a melancholy - will snooze on the train...
Onwards team, fizzy water here I come.......