Today (another effing day of wind and rain) I made a conscious decision to get pissed. Proper pissed, not the pissed I've been of late with all the stuff that's going on, but ... pissed pissed!!. I have a set of optics strategically placed behind the kitchen door for such decisions. I'm not normally a spirit drinker, but the odd shot now and again is like earthing a good radio, it connects you to your planet.
Today however, it was shit or bust and f**k the medication. Gin and tonics with fresh lemon slices and
'Sod em I call em' as my Old Dear used to say. I know I'll pay for it tomorrow, don't f**king care. There are times when you just have to pull the trigger ... and see where the bullet goes. (I'm have to keep adusting the typing on this because the screen is a bit blurry.)
There is one consolation in all this, being retired, I dont have to get up to go on watch in the morning. Strangely I kind of miss that. (I must be f***ing barmy.) Oh yeah ... weekend in pictures, well ... will my kitchen do ?
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