It’s a balmy summer evening outside and this reminds me of when I used to live in Hove and go and see my mother who lived less than a mile away in Brighton (the red arrows in the picture mark the route).
My wife would try and encourage me to walk, especially as it was a pleasant stroll along the seafront, but mostly we would go by taxi. Why you may ask?
The fact is I knew my mum would have some cold white wine waiting for me at our destination, and just knowing it was there meant I couldn’t bear to waste time walking when a taxi would get me to my next drink far quicker. Sometimes I would be drinking wine when the taxi arrived to pick us up, I would have a final large gulp and then would race down to get in the cab, and I would already be savouring that next glass at mum’s house. I really and truly couldn’t bear the thought of that ‘long twenty-minute walk’ without a drink when I knew I was going to be having more shortly.
It just shows how completely fixated on drink I used to be. I don’t think it was just the alcohol, it was the whole alcohol experience and all its associations I was addicted to. It’s no wonder I couldn’t imagine a life without alcohol. It is now over three and a half years since I had an alcoholic drink – that is a whole 1287 days as of today, or 92,664 lots of twenty minutes!
My wife would try and encourage me to walk, especially as it was a pleasant stroll along the seafront, but mostly we would go by taxi. Why you may ask?
The fact is I knew my mum would have some cold white wine waiting for me at our destination, and just knowing it was there meant I couldn’t bear to waste time walking when a taxi would get me to my next drink far quicker. Sometimes I would be drinking wine when the taxi arrived to pick us up, I would have a final large gulp and then would race down to get in the cab, and I would already be savouring that next glass at mum’s house. I really and truly couldn’t bear the thought of that ‘long twenty-minute walk’ without a drink when I knew I was going to be having more shortly.
It just shows how completely fixated on drink I used to be. I don’t think it was just the alcohol, it was the whole alcohol experience and all its associations I was addicted to. It’s no wonder I couldn’t imagine a life without alcohol. It is now over three and a half years since I had an alcoholic drink – that is a whole 1287 days as of today, or 92,664 lots of twenty minutes!
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