Debris

No I don't plan to make this a daily thing – I think people who do that probably have an overrated view of how interested in their lives other people are. But because it's new, I'm adding something today.

Alcohol is the thief of time, of course. I went to a barbecue yesterday – despite the greyness of the day – whereas I should really have been cleaning my flat. Several bottles of red wine and several large whiskies later, I sit here this morning regarding the disarray that I have allowed my living space to become.

Oh dear, I'd better get on with clearing out the debris from my life.