You've Got to have Friends

Well, yet again, I find that good friends always show themselves when one is going through a bad time.
Alas, a potential new relationship hit the skids (a collective dejected sigh is uttered by the masses as they realise that Preston has hit yet another dead end).

As news of my latest stumble was passed around the group via texts etc, I had friends forming a posse at the town square, complete with fire and weapons, ready to run the guy outta town vigilanty style. Once I had calmed them down, then assured them that this wasn't a case of a 'bastard doing me wrong' but of a 'nice guy at the wrong time', I had a few friendly shoulders to sniffle on.

Of course, one realises that they have good friends, but these friends really shine when they are called upon.

So yesterday, Preston spent the day playing 'killer frisbee', drinking beer, lying around in the sun, then drinking red wine in the pub watching football. Then, after the last call, found herself sitting in the middle of Clapham Common, complete with full wine glass that she had simply walked out the pub with (actually Richard had it up his shirt).

Can I just say now, that Richard - you did wonders for me yesterday. You're a good friend and someone I can trust and rely on. It's good to know I have a sturdy shoulder. Oh, and the only person, other than my brother, who I can peg a frisbee at with force and have returned to me at force.

Now, getting back to this hang over. I feel downright sick, the vision in my left eye is blurred, my body is rejecting several of its own organs, and my brain continues to boggle out one ear to try and boggle back in via the other ear, only to find it has returned to the substandard accommodation it just fled from.

I'm suffering the sweats, have the shakes, and am finding it hard to be in the same hemisphere as food. I rang in sick for work and am dividing my time between lying on the lounge with a 'blanky', and crawling under the duvet in the throws of a death squirm.

I have decided to take a break from alcohol (after my friends visiting from Oz leave next weekend), and get my life and health sorted. What does this mean? Hell, I don't know. But one thing for sure is, that the alcohol is outsky for the time being (yet another collective sigh - this time from some long-suffering organs).

Maybe it will look something like this......long rides in the country on sunny weekends, picnics in the park, concerts, taking in movies, drinking lots of mango smoothies...hmmmmm, going out dancing, eating fabulously naughty food, having a facial.........aaaaahhhhh the skies the limit.

So......would anyone care to join?????