A Song of Wine and Fire

Well, I did brave a trip down to the pub on Thursday, and it was still light by the time I got home, which was a bonus. I stayed long enough that my legs definitely started to get tangled up with my blind cane… and themselves. I had some nice chats with people, although one young lad kept making me self-conscious by pointing out to other people how many empty glasses were in front of me. Is nowhere safe?! I’m not sure what his deal was. Oh well. Sadly, I did end up resupplying my booze stock at home, so I’ve been in a drunken haze ever since. I’m guessing I haven’t missed much. My body is still tingling this morning, but I definitely feel on the road to temporary recovery. Good old alcohol! I wonder if I’ll feel any more or less inspired this week. Often a good binge helps reset my brain, although that would probably have happened regardless. It’s ok, I get by on my looks.

The ex wants to meet up, as it sounds like she’s been going through a rough patch too. She doesn’t drink, so her depression-triggered vice is just staying in bed. I wish mine was the same. Anyway, I think she suggested meeting up this Friday. We shall see. I haven’t seen her since our friendly Christmas get-together in December 2019, so that’ll be nice.

It hasn’t rained much here, but the clouds have stayed consistently present and heavy. I wonder what’s going on. Maybe it’ll snow. Apparently it’s going to do so somewhere in England around Halloween, so I best keep my cupboards/energy meters stocked and topped-up I’m not as into Halloween as a lot of people are these days. I guess I don’t like following trends in general. I might watch a horror film or two that evening, but I certainly don’t whittle on about it all month. I might even sacrifice a bottle of wine or three to some pagan space wizard. Crazier things have happened!

Oh, there was a fire outside last night. Fireworks have been going off around here over the weekend, so I didn’t react at first, but then a car alarm started and I could hear people shouting in an alarmed manner, so I tweaked my curtains and saw that a couple of vehicles were on fire. I assume it’s some gang-related nonsense, which has been getting worse of late. I’ve told the police I think something like that’s going on, so the ball’s in their court. Here’s my video of the event. It’s a bit long, but I do provide a running commentary:

And here’s the state the two vehicles were in this morning:

I was shocked and upset by such a violent thing happening so close to my home but, even more tragically, most of the scallies around here just seemed to find it amusing. Says it all really. Unfortunately somebody else won that £200M Euromillions jackpot on Friday, so I’m stuck here for a few more days. Sigh.

Pub?

Anyway, I best go have a shower and scrape off the last of the alcoholic sweat. Who knows what this week will bring. I definitely need to go through my post, as that’s been stacking up. Finger’s crossed there’s no bad news.

As if there won’t be.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!