Day 11 – Hour 264. – Minute 15,840 – Second 950,400 (roughly LOL)

Day 10 – A shite day

Not a good day Not an easy day The bad voice in my head was loud. I struggled to stay focused. I waned and wobbled. Why? Who knows? Maybe the euphoria of these initial victorious days has a sell-by date and has ebbed? Maybe it’s a full moon. Maybe I am human? Maybe...
Day 11 – Hour 264. – Minute 15,840 – Second 950,400 (roughly LOL)

Day 9 – Re-Cap

Let’s take stock. I check my diary and count the days again! 9 My train has definitely left the station and the amazing, terrific, fantastic, brilliant -shall I go on? YES! – incredible, fabulous, IN-YOUR-FACE-ALCOHOL! news is that .. I have a ticket! AND, I am on...
Day 7 – Welcome to the New World.

Day 7 – Welcome to the New World.

I am amazed and slightly disconcerted to find myself in a new world, surrounded by the familiar and yet not. Being sober for 7 days is reminiscent of a scene from the film ‘Matrix’, where Neo awakes into a new reality and asks why his legs are stiff. The reply comes:...