Not very original titles to these blogs, but I have come to realise I am not a very imaginative person. I used to hate returning to school after the holidays and being asked to write a story about what you did. My story went something like:
We went to the river. It was sunny. We went swimming. Dad caught a fish. We had it for tea. End of story!
But I seem to have very imaginative dreams, I can remember a lot of what happens in them and some of them would make very good stories.
Anyway, was thinking about alcohol last night - we never had any in our household until I was around twenty. Mum and Dad didn't start drinking until they were around 50. Mainly I think because my grandfather was an alcoholic (Dad's Dad). Did that make it worse when it came to me drinking? I am not sure. I do know I have the gene along with another close family member and at least 2 cousins. I am the only sober one amongst the four and I plan to stay that way.
I was supposed to go to a Xmas party this evening but I decided I couldn't handle it as there would be heaps of booze and lots of food I couldn't eat, so I cancelled out of it. I am not going to feel guilty about it, my life, my choices and I would rather be at home with B & J's Dad and B & J.
B & J's Mum
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