Yesterday I celebrated completing a major milestone for my other writing project.
I got drunk and excitable. I have a habit of overenthusiasm for alcohol. It’s a bit of an Achilles heel.
Up until about year ago I’d followed a semi strict abstinence which lasted two years. I’ve made a couple of concessions for friends weddings and stag parties. Since lockdown I’ve been enjoying a cheeky beer of an evening.
An ice cold can on the beach has become a rewarding party of my day.
Last night though, I overdid it. Today, I’m hungover. It’s bleak.
My mum has always said ‘everything in moderation’. It’s sound advice. I’m still figuring it out.