This time next week I’ll officially be ‘in recovery’. To say I am bricking it, is the understatement of the year but only time will tell. So, Easter Bank Holiday Monday….what to do. Well. I’m having a clear out.
This is probably the most boring post ever blogged but to me it’s a significant one. Time to say goodbye to some old friends. Surprisingly, this hurts and is hard to write. But with just 7 days to go it’s time to face up to the harsh reality of getting abstinent. Please read on…the most boring post ever blogged. In reverse order we have….:
The wine rack….You have been with me through three flats, three girlfriends and one wife, my pal for what, 15 years?. You have been adorned with fine wines, bubbly and the cheapest wine I could find…an accomplice, displaying to me and all who entered my flat, the state of my finances and my drinking. Always full, up until now. You have seen the highlights, celebrated them with me…and I have demeaned you with the lows. Now you have to go. Bye.
The wine glasses…Similar partner in crime to the above. On the right…the lovely crystal glasses, many a happy toast, celebration or quiet glass of wine in a lovely glass. There used to be more of you…but dropped, knocked,…whilst drunk, you became the ‘final four’. But then….on the left….the cheap ones, the ones I used up until recently because it didn’t matter if I broke one. Falling over drunk, knocking one over in the kitchen whilst cooking. Cheap, functional, easily replaced. A symbol of my drinking habits maybe. From enjoyment, to a plain functional need. Bye.
Expensive and under-used. So few things to celebrate lately. Bottle of Moet when I moved in to my flat, alone. Not used since. Bye.
You I will miss. A nightly partner in crime, and mine due to a crime. Me stealing you from The Hilton in Basel, Switzerland. Just over two years ago when I was working on a project over there. Well my friends, I am lucky to still have the same job despite loosing pretty much everything else. Time to say no to beer, fine German, Swiss or others… Bye.
You act like the innocent party, but you are not. You are a lie, sorry to be blunt. Yes, you can help some people, even me four years ago; to moderate; or temporarily quit. But you are absolutely not a part of abstinence. You are a reminder or the real drug of choice, like the electric cigarette. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A false friend if ever there was one. You fooled me once; never again. Bye.
If ever there was a friend to close this post on, it’s you two. Looking all innocent whilst being party (sic) to the many crimes I have committed against my body, my mind, my friends, family…You are the worst. Bye.
I am now without words. The most boring post ever blogged has me choked up. These simple possessions have been a part of my highs, and complicit in my fall to lows.
All of you. GET OUT OF MY FLAT NOW!