Two posts back I remember saying I rarely finish last in things I try hard at. Perhaps I'm not trying hard enough, because the beer has taken the upper hand in this 'on the wagon' lark.
Day one was Friday and I succumbed to one pint of (weak) homebrew. I managed no better on Saturday and as for Sunday; it was hell. An eleven hour stint, crunching numbers at the keyboard, while getting my copy prepared for the newspaper. And all around me, as I endeavored to do my best, the family pushed the boundaries to the limit.
I know it's their weekend, but it's my work day. Where's the respect?
Needless to say I hit the hombrew hard, once work was done. The upside was that I slept well. But that's three days and I'm yet to have an alcohol free day.
I know it's rubbish. But today is Monday and I won't be touching a drop. Promise :)