3 weeks today, struggled to open a bottle and tears...
But yay!!! Andy Murray won Wimbledon! Therein lie the tears.
The only bottle I've struggled to open is my bottle of vegetable oil. You know the ones... a plastic tag that will pull all the way round then breaks off half way, then needs some knife work just to prize the lid off... Grrr.
I was feeling down a little earlier as there is a 'party' in the park and they had the tennis on big screen. My friend called to say am I coming? She's there with friends and their kids - it's Pimms o'clock. Battled with myself and said no. Battled with myself some more. No. I don't even like Pimms, but I like a beer tent when I see one.
Anyway, watched the match in peace. I have a chicken roasting in the oven, ready any minute. I've been together with my Mum, my Nan, my Aunt and my cousin this morning.
What's not to love about sobriety?
Other than stupid plastic tag bottles. Humph.