Well dry January lasted until Wednesday the 3rd when I went back to work. I held off at least until I got home but was two gins in by 9pm.
A short week indeed, but am already knackered and considering alternative career prospects.
I’m stuck though aren’t I? I’ll end up like some kind of disillusioned, wizened, bitter old Yoda figure stamping library books in a corner and listening to KS1 reading about fucking Biff & Chip for the eleventy billionth time.. The children will remind me that I used to teach their parents and dad wants to know if I’m still a bitch.
I doubt by then I’ll have the energy…
chin chin for gin Xx