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!