To continue my mundane diary 🤣
So today I’ve cleared out two bedrooms on my own, disassembled all the furniture, beds, etc. , and carried everything downstairs and in my car (many times) to a storage depot. That little bottle of red wine would’ve been calling out to me now without a doubt. I would’ve drunk the lot (187 ml or about 6 oz) in under 30 seconds and then …
It’s unlikely I would’ve succumb but who knows? The local booze shops are a minute’s walk away, and that was enough of a barrier in the early days. Even after three years, having a bottle of wine in the house is a no no. It’s intriguing I’m not at all concerned about the whisky. It was never my thing.