I don't drink
I thought about drink today. For some reason I was remembering when forty years ago I used to go to the White Hart at Walton on the hill with my parents. I used to get there early with my brother for a pint or two of real ale and we would then go in for the fantastic Sunday lunch they served. My parents would usually have some overseas guests with them to make it even more interesting. White wine, rich red wine and then brandy to follow, it all came flooding back today and made me wish for those times. Then I remembered coming out of the restaurant late afternoon; how I resented having missed the best of the day; how I had had too much drink to drive anywhere and so just wasted the rest of the afternoon watching nothing on telly until the pubs opened in the evening, just to have some more drink I didn't really want anyway, but purely for something to do. Then I felt so massively glad those days are over and I don't drink any more. Still, it's nice to be able to think back. then we went blackberry picking so we could have crumble for pudding this evening.