Just came off in me 'and, guv
In a perfectly appropriate end to yesterday's catalogue of errors, I went to my bedroom chest of drawers last night to get out a pyjama top, and the front panel of the drawer came off in my hand. So this morning I slathered it in Araldite, hit it a couple of times with a mallet and left two heavy rocks on top of it, and with any luck by the time I get home this evening it'll be willing to cooperate for fear of more such treatment.
Also last night I went to the pub and drank beer, which is the first time I've touched alcohol in nearly two weeks. I didn't find drunkenness as enjoyable as I used to, and the (very mild) headache this morning leaves me thinking it wasn't worth the effort. Perhaps I'll continue not drinking, or barely drinking, for a while longer after all; enjoyment versus health is a debate that can go either way, but if I don't even enjoy it there's clearly no point in drinking the stuff.
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I dunno. I find there are sometimes occasions when the obvious social 'right' thing would be to have a beer, and it's kind of awkward that I don't actually like the stuff.
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I'm reminded of the Paul Merton sketch about someone trying really hard to start smoking. "Sometimes I don't smoke as many as 20 cigarettes a day. Often I'll not smoke a cigarette, and then immediately not smoke another one. I've tried starting suddenly, cutting up..."
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Was it just me wondering why you covered your hand in glue and then thumped it?
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Mmm, I hardly drink at all now. I plan to keep some alcohol around and to drink it over time, but there's a definite steady decline in my alcohol consumption. It must be weeks now since I had any at all. Though, it helps that I have to drive a lot, so that makes me keep clear of it at various social occasions.
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