August 02nd, 2016

I went to Southampton with my wife yesterday morning and had planned to have a swim as usual whilst my wife went shopping – then I ran into an old work mate I had not seen for five years. Of course we got chatting and he suggested we had a drink. Despite my obvious reluctance we shared a bottle of wine. After the first glass I felt pissed as a fart because I have been sober for three and a half years but we persevered for old time’s sake. After the next bottle I felt wrecked and then my wife found us. She was livid with me and knew she would have to drive me home as I was in no fit state – she has never driven my car before and this upset her so she cried. Naturally I just wanted to go home so I got nasty with her and told her to grow up! On the way home I fell asleep with minutes and remember her having to shove me upright so I wouldn’t fall on her lap and cause an accident.

Some while later I woke up and found myself in the car on our drive – it was getting dark. There was no dinner, my wife had gone to bed and closed the bedroom door against me joining her and I felt like death. But still being drunk I stormed around for a while shouting abuse and I deliberately broke a few pots before passing out again.

Then I really DID wake up. It had all been a horrible dream and I was in bed next to my gently and happily sleeping wife. I don’t know why my old drunken self had come back to haunt me, perhaps it’s because I have thinking too much about how I used to sometimes be and how so incredibly happy we all are now - but I do know I won’t be eating cheese and biscuits just before bed time again!