Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
And we watched (on television) the Ospreys thrash local rivals, the Scarlets, 60-17. The Scarlets (used to be Llanelli) are doing well this season and are above Ospreys in the league so the game was expected to be closer. Always nice when you beat old rivals.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
When he gave me the slippers he said, 'Don't be concerned by the label ...'
I don't think I have to be: those slippers and a slankie would be enough to turn anyone off!
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Let's raise a toast!
The pudding, pronounced by Husband to be 'pretty good - considering it was only made yesterday.' It can't have been too bad as he had second helpings. As did Uncle John. But nobody ate my brandy butter. (Sadly, by the time I got the pudding to the table and Husband took a photo, the flames had gone out so you'll have to take my word for it that it was aflame.)
We had some cans of Guinness, bought in readiness for my Guinness-baked ham. Elder Son got it into his head that nobody wanted to drink the stout so he made himself this Black Velvet cocktail consisting of Guinness and champagne. Uncle John loves champagne and we'd started it on it for the present opening so we managed to finish off 2 bottles - even though Younger Son, Daughter-in-law and I didn't drink any ...
And our posh present? This rather fine collection of knives. There's another layer underneath too consisting of a set of steak knives and forks and a huge butcher's knife. It makes the pate and biscuits I gave the donor appear a trifling pathetic!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
I needed help. My life was in a mess and there was nothing I could do about it. I was an alcoholic and I’d spent the last 25 years of my life in and out of prison. I began to talk to the Samaritans, managed to get the help I needed. I went through the AA 12 steps programme and I got clean. I was so grateful I wanted to start giving something back to the community that I’d taken from for so long. I helped on soup runs, feeding the homeless. Things were going good for me.
Then my dad died. He’d been more than a father to me; he’d been more like my best friend. I could tell him anything and we talked everyday. Until he died.
I went back on the booze. The only thing that helped me from giving up all together was that I had to stay fit to look after my young son. But Christmas was the worst. I’d grown up in a large family and Christmas had always been special. We’d read the story in the bible and go to midnight mass. My dad had taught me the real meaning of Christmas and I missed him so much. That year I just about managed to get through the day while I had my son with me. In the evening, when he’d gone, I went up to the cemetery to talk to my dad. I woke up next morning lying on my dad’s grave, an empty whisky bottle in my hand.
And now I'm back in here. And in prison I have a choice: I can stay in my cell and do nothing or I can try and sort out my behaviour.
I've got to make the right choice, for my son’s sake.
Lovely? I don't think so.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
She's snuggled down safely in bed at the moment but she isn't a good sleeper so I'm on tenterhooks, sitting next to the monitor and wondering if I'll disturb her if I go upstairs to make sure it's working properly.