Sometimes I hate Saturdays, my biggest day for struggling. I would love a drink, have thought about having one, but keep telling myself it would never be just one. Trying to avoid the front of the house which faces the beer garden of the pub across the road. Full of lots of people enjoying a relaxing drink on a Saturday afternoon. Also bumped into a friend who likes a drink, always quiet open about it, maybe a problem in the making but makes me wonder sometimes if I really do have a problem. But I will resist because I know how bad I will feel if I get drunk tonight. It will linger for days.
Wishing everyone a great Satuday.
Ezz.
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