Neglected Duties

With excessive energy being devoted to developing the bunker and squeezing in a social life, meant I simply didn't have enough time left for family. A situation I was forced to remedy last week, its is easy to let things slip and only in the face of some catastrophic realise where your priorities have to lie. If compromises must be made then not in the face of the family, not again. 7 days of latrine duty, with all social privledges revoked.

Friday evening was not a social privledge, more a social duty I have with comrades from my old north-east campaigning days. A long over due warming of a friends flat enable me to shrug off my exile mantle and reconnect with many an old soldier. Sobriety was definitely not going to be on the cards. Our regiment subscribed to the binge ethos from back in the day and trying to break that historical conditioning is difficult, one day I will...one day, but not that day no.

Noteable incidents for the log:
AlchoCat, a regular at the local Haddows to the point they are thinking about installing a cat flap. Looked underage to me but the collar accessorisation convinced the staff.

Pink wall, REALLY pink wall being made to look subtle compared to the room of green. Nice flat though, good crowd and the biggest bag of peanuts in existance.

Offloading some cheap German beer on the host as a "present" only to be hugged by a German for bringing quality beer. Plan backfired as I am forced to "enjoy" a beer with her.

Lost large swathes of memory in O'Neils, think it kept going out for a smoke leaving me to revel in the innoncence of blackout. Probably danced a bit, drank a bit, slurred horrendously and ranted on completely about ducks.

Regained memory in time to enjoy cheese and chips and the endless wander back to ginger gringo's flat. Wee bit of herb and the longest guitar solo in the world topped the evening/ morning. Scaring the flatmate out of the flat was an unfortunate side effect. My tea making process, opening and closing every kitchen cupboard 50 times as you have the memory of a goldfish and cannot find the tea, not the most condusive to sleep. Sorry.

Rest of the weekend was an effort to invest back in the family, my neice bless her ginger soul is growing at a rate to bring shame to my cheeks. Must return to original nest more regularly or I shall miss out on her life as well. Balance, thats the word, thats the solution, oh but how to incorporate.

Signing Off

DougalDutch