So, here I am on day 18, or maybe it’s day 19. Sunday 2nd to Thursday 20th – what’s that? [Counts on his fingers] 19 days sober. Go me. Well except I’m not going very far, very quickly. Why’s that Chris? I’ll explain… On Monday, I awoke after a mere five hours of sleep. I
Month: December 2018
The titles of these posts are somewhat misleading, technically this is day 8 and 9, in the sense that it has been that long since I consumed any alcohol. It’s day 3 & 4 since I made a solemn pledge to give it up until Christmas. In hindsight I should have just kicked it off
In my last post I made a big song and dance about a number of topics, but namely, my microbiome, and my current battle to improve it. The end result of that lengthy diatribe, was my committment to eat a high quality diet, and not drink until Christmas. I realise that if I drink alcohol
He pulled himself from bed and set about finding some clothes to run in. In the bottom drawer of the secondhand IKEA set he’d bought from an emigrating neighbour, he found a pair of cheap blue running shorts purchased from H&M years ago. The shorts were then partnered with a faded red t-shirt that sported
SMALE noun Surname of West Country origin (UK) The name Smale was derived from the Old English word “smael” and the Middle English word “smel” which both mean “small, slender, thin” Surname handed down to myself, my sisters, and numerous cousins on my Dad’s side Implement of ridicule throughout my teenage years, and occasionally as