Morning Weekenders. We are enjoying some unaccustomed sunshine and warmth in some of Britain and immediately the pavement bars and cafés are packed with drinkers and I wallowed in self pity for 10 minutes or so.
With the both the weekend and the prospect of summer fast approaching the temptation to drink is at its strongest but to misquote Charles Dickens it is the best of times, it is the worst of times. For many that cold drink will turn into a night of drinking, smoking and using followed by a wasted Saturday of pain and regrets. Literally spoiling the best time of the year.
Weekends are so much better without the poison so don't hesitate. Choose life.