38 days and eleven hours later…
…I had a couple of beers.
I know it’s no excuse, but it has been a rough couple of days. Over the 5 weeks I’ve been sober, I have been though Test rugby, drinks with mates, late lunch meetings, work-related stress and a really rocking party.
But as anyone in Zimbabwe right now knows, everything has a breaking point and I found mine; I blame Bon Marche.
I went shopping for food today, but the bare shelves and painfully deserted butchery and bakery sections had me running for the door in a minute flat. That, and seeing a pregnant woman pushed and shoved in a mad grab for the few remaining packets of Colcom polony.
If that don’t drive anyone to drink, nothing will.
It’s been an interesting journey, and I’ve learnt a few lessons along the way. If anything, I know my consumption will definitely drop, and I’ll never buy a box of smokes again, that’s for sure.
To those who’ve been behind me, thanks for your support – I’m pretty chuffed with myself, and I’m really glad the pressure’s off. So I didn’t make 40…no biggie, 38’s enough for me.
Right, so tomorrow is…Friday?
8 Replies to “38 days and eleven hours later…”
Well done anyway, I’m sure you’re glad its finally over.
I second that. Hey, you just made the half price sales. 🙂
Question: Did you really have only a couple of beers? As in just two?
Yes, just two. Thanks ladies
dude I cldnt go for a week without, yeah? nothing like a pint with the lads after a hard week’s slog, congrats to ya and all the best
Hey Joe good to meet you at the rocking affair on Sat!
now you can get full mileage out of all those price cuts.
Ola Wazzie, lovely to meet you too. aChic shamwari kuScud wabooka, wish you were here!
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