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I moved up another digit this week.

The day started less than optimally with very demanding kitties waking me betimes insisting on being fed. It didn’t get much better with various unpleasant things occurring – culminating in Mr T screaming at me for 30 minutes accusing me of all manner of things, none of which were true (loads of evidence to back me up). It was back to the completely unhinged Mr T days of old. I stalked out of the office, slamming the door and went a-weeping to my desk. Some time afterward he issued a complete non-apology, “I’m really sorry if you took it that way” – yeah, whatevs dude.

The evening became much better when Don, Joan, Joe/Frank and I went to Alfie and Hetty for dinner – highly recommended.

And I took a slight pause in my year of non-drinking to have a glass of birthday wine:

Not surprisingly it went straight to my head after 3 sips and I sat on it for about an hour and a half – strange times. It was quite civilised, but also made me aware that I really don’t miss alcohol that much at all – which bodes well for my continued svelteness!

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Harriet
Harriet
November 29, 2013 11:33 PM

I swear I was about to email you a quick happy birthday on Wednesday when something (most likely a very small person) distracted me. I’m so very sorry I am so bad at communicating – I do read your blog whenever time allows so at least I know what’s going on in your world! not much in mine – babiest baby turned 2 yesterday, baby boy enrolled in school for next near waah – can’t believe I’m just beginning the whole primary thing again – crazy. Bugger being screamed at at work – prick. why did I type all this… Read more »

ganching
December 2, 2013 4:40 AM

I hope you had a very good birthday. A glass of wine eh? I’m not surprised it went to your head. My alcohol intake now consists of sniffing the brandy I add to the christmas cake. (Whisper this quietly – it will soon be ten years since I last had a glass of wine,)