Uuuuurgh. I think I may have done myself a festive injury. Five days of imbibing alcohol is too much even for me. I'm actually looking forward to a couple of days of sobriety and solitude now that I'm home. It was just relentless. I'm a binge drinker. I'm used to having days off to recover. But my Dad, he just kept knocking it back and if I attempted to say "You know what Dad, I'll just have a cup of coffee" he'd just snort and buy me a pint anyway. He has a good reason to be trying to obliterate reality at the moment. I understand that. But he's my Dad and I don't want him going down that road. Especially when I already know it leads absolutely nowhere. When it comes to numbing yourself emotionally alcohol is useless. Which is why I had to hug him on Christmas night when he began crying when we got back from the pub.
Otherwise Christmas was ok.
Got a little drone which I managed to lose control of almost immediately when it got caught in a gust of wind and ended up in the next door neighbour's garden. She claimed it had 'nearly killed' her dog which was bollocks. I've flown the thing directly into my own face and it barely hurt. So either her dog is more fragile than my face or she was being a pain in the arse drama queen. Either way I disarmed her with my charm while hanging over the fence and she gave me it back.
Went on a cool walk in the Cheviot hills as you can see here...
And got a wonderful book called 'The girl who saved the king of Sweden' by Jonas Jonasson which is really fucking funny and consequently provided some much needed comic relief.
And that's about it.
Hope you all had a good one.
Uuuuurgh. I think I may have done myself a festive injury. Five days of imbibing alcohol is too much even for me. I'm actually looking forward to a couple of days of sobriety and solitude now that I'm home. It was just relentless. I'm a binge drinker. I'm used to having days off to recover. But my Dad, he just kept knocking it back and if I attempted to say "You know what Dad, I'll just have a cup of coffee" he'd just snort and buy me a pint anyway. He has a good reason to be trying to obliterate reality at the moment. I understand that. But he's my Dad and I don't want him going down that road. Especially when I already know it leads absolutely nowhere. When it comes to numbing yourself emotionally alcohol is useless. Which is why I had to hug him on Christmas night when he began crying when we got back from the pub.
Otherwise Christmas was ok.
Got a little drone which I managed to lose control of almost immediately when it got caught in a gust of wind and ended up in the next door neighbour's garden. She claimed it had 'nearly killed' her dog which was bollocks. I've flown the thing directly into my own face and it barely hurt. So either her dog is more fragile than my face or she was being a pain in the arse drama queen. Either way I disarmed her with my charm while hanging over the fence and she gave me it back.
Went on a cool walk in the Cheviot hills as you can see here...
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And got a wonderful book called 'The girl who saved the king of Sweden' by Jonas Jonasson which is really fucking funny and consequently provided some much needed comic relief.
And that's about it.
Hope you all had a good one.