Being an alcoholic

It's really, really tough. I'll never be out of the woods and it's hurting me. 4 years, 3 months, 1 week and 2 days since I last had a drink but I feel as helpless today as I did on day one. The next drink isn't 4 years away it's an arm's length away, I could walk into any pub I wanted and in ten seconds flat it would all be over and that's frightening. I dread a bad turn in life because I don't know how I'd react. If I could turn the clock back I'd never have taken that disastrous first bottle of Pils when I was 15 if I knew what I was starting but at the same time I could murder it now.

Freddie has landed

Four days late, but better that than never, and Freddie is born. 6.57am, Manor Hospital Walsall, weighing 8lb 4oz (that's Freddie, not the Manor Hospital Walsall). Early indications suggest a sleepaholic, docile bundle of joy, but there's plenty time for him to prove me wrong. We were back home by 2.30pm, a clean bill of health for mother and son enabling a swift return to Aldridge domesticity. Spoke to and texted the wider world, Harry and Hattie were thrilled, well everybody was naturally, but their wide eyed and speechless wonder will remain with me the longest. Thankyou God.

Seeking indignance

Increasingly I find myself seeking opportunities to be disgusted. Littering, car drivers using mobile phones, bad language in inappropriate places, loutish behaviour by today's youth, the list goes on. But rather than witness these no no's by chance, I’m looking out for them, searching for the opportunity to be outraged. What's that all about? Spotting other people's deficiencies must make me feel better about myself, but that's not the place to begin building self esteem. ‘Do not judge’ it says in the bible, time to meditate on this scripture I think.

Look in the mirror...

...but not straight after you've eaten. This guy was selling his dining room furniture on Ebay and decided to take a photo to exhibit his wares. He exhibited his wares alright.