#I beg your pardon, I never promised you a beer garden..#

With the warm weather comes having to drive past an incredible amount of pub beer gardens, and they don't even make the effort to put the gardens where a garden should be: at the back of the fecking building! NO. No they don't, they have fecking Beer pavements instead!  So I can be nonchalantly driving past a pub and BAM! Beer pavement. Everyone sat there in the sun with a pint or a large glass of white (these things don't go unnoticed even driving at 30mph- thanks to my AlkiSenses. It's a super power. The same way as I could identify a bottle of booze wrapped in Christmas paper. ) ( I think Marvel should create a new superhero here)

Anyway I digress. Beer gardens have done a good job of reminding me what I've had to give up and why I'm irked with them because as well as reminding me that I've had to stop the grog,  I also have an option to walk into a pub or not. Beer gardens are just thrust at me.

 It's like being a losing contestant on Bullseye: 'LET'S HAVE A LOOK AT WHAT YOU COULD HAVE WON!'
Bastards. 

In other less dramatic whiney news; tomorrow marks the end of my treatment with the Alcohol team. 
It's 11 months since I walked into Bolton Achieve, 

I've had Psychology, Intuitive Recovery, Relapse Prevention , Medication and 1:1 sessions in this time coz let me tell you, abstinence is not one size fits all. 
I think the Psychology and the meds worked best for me, but to anyone thinking of taking this journey, i would definitely advise to try as many therapies as you possibly can, 

I ask myself frequently: is it worth it? Yes. It is. Still fat, but at least I can now attribute that to being a greedy git rather than 5 bottles of neat brandy and a subscription to Just Eat.

All kidding aside, I'm very happy with myself. And appreciative of the support from family, friends, workmates and the NHS ❤

I'm still going to keep up with the blogs though as these too have been cathartic. 

Peace out xx

🎵So smile for a while and let's be jolly
Love shouldn't be so melancholy
Come along and share the good times while we can
I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine
There's gotta be a little rain sometime 🎶🎵


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