Old habits

There isn’t much I feel I can say about yesterday’s socially distanced VE Day street party.  That is not to say it wasn’t great fun – I have a fabulous set of neighbours, and we have a wonderful little community developing – but, the problem is, I don’t actually remember much about it. People kept giving me beer after beer, then I think shots got involved. I haven’t got that drunk (or been that stupid) in years. Zark knows how I got to bed.

I’m actually quite angry with myself. Old habits, it seems, really do die hard. Then again, I probably needed to let off a bit of steam after a very tough few weeks, like everyone else I suppose. Either way, I have promised myself I’m not going to drink again for the rest of the month.

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