Tipple of the Day - Hitting the Triple - Day 100

 




Tomorrow is day 100 since I broke it off and ended my love affair with the Gin Bottle.  Gone are the days of dancing with the devil, tangoing with tossers and shimmying with sharks to get a round in at the bar.

 

Money saved according to my booze breaker app is apparently £800.  This figure is actually bollocks as the app only takes liquid into consideration for savings, AND they only had £4 a bottle wine to select so I went for Hardy’s!!!  ALSO methinks, what about the accompanying daily chalky consumption and hard cash saved on Gaviscon!

 

Hummm The mind boggles and I literally am hyperventilating into my empty mini egg packet at the thought of the cash saved and how fast I can get to Selfridges to treat myself.

 

Sober people used to bore the shite out of me and in the past if I stumbled on one whilst out and about in a bar, I would literally turn on my heels, knowing I would have a more fruitful chat if I had turned around and spent the entire evening chatting to the wallpaper.

 

Oh how times have changed….that sober person is now me .....soooo what have I gained by going on this epic journey…….quite simply everything? 

 

If you are curious, give it a go, its batshit crazy at times, its an on going battle, your mates will do your head in constantly asking why,  but my god its empowering, its inspiring and according to my fancy pants app you live longer too – Here’s to the next chapter and I seriously can’t wait.

 

I do miss being pissed eating a kebab and waking up with it matted in my hair though, that and answering the call of nature by hovering above a pub loo like I was riding a magic carpet…..such fond happy memories I will cherish of the bird that once was….. RIP Irene! LOL! xxxx




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