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Ghost Writer
2016-09-09 02:06:49 (UTC)

Drama And Travelling North.

Yes...a four month relapse has come to a 'wake up call' end. Hang around sober alcoholics long enough and one is bound to stop drinking and get sober and stay sober. So here I go again...two hospitalisations, banged up in the police cells (once - the first time) and two police escorts too later, and I've had enough. It's time to work (and fight) for recovery from addiction.

Journey north was a lot better than the last two. The heating was on in the bus which made it a lot more comfortable trip. Plus the wifi wasn't turned off early.

Down south there is fresh snowfall at Tongariro National Park (glorious place that it is) making it very very cold last night where I live.

Had cuddles of the litte baby but not so much as I usually have, because I've been helping my daughter around the house and I brought a little laundry with me and did that too. It's 20:43 and the little baby star of the house has been carried to bed now. Good night precious. He's grown noticeably in the fortnight since I last saw him. He coos and "talks" and smiles more, especially for this Granma. (Yes, I'm being ridiculously bias.)

I had insufficient clean clothing to put on straight away after I bathe. Four months of using has seen my self-care backslide markedly. I have more unwashed clothes than clean back at home...the washing machine has broken and I haven't informed my landlord.
Not that I'm too worried, I have handwashed for seven years in sobriety one thousand moons ago. One must be patient with handwashing clothes : like knitting and breadmaking, etc

....!?!...oookay...I am sounding like an ancient nana now, so I'll stop.




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