tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921119446130836418.post3394054693614848038..comments2024-03-15T02:13:34.645+13:00Comments on Mrs D Is Going Without: Pissing in a bottle...Mrs Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13110933370498728198noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921119446130836418.post-15706589469635629282014-06-25T09:20:14.535+12:002014-06-25T09:20:14.535+12:00Day 2 clear head. Tired head as sat up too late wo...Day 2 clear head. Tired head as sat up too late working and a period that would make you think I was miscarrying (I blame the intensity on Fri night's binge - have learnt that from experience). Feel hungover but I know I am not. Body craved sugar last night. That is what has caused the seedy feeling this morning and the lack of sleep. I had a test last night. My husband went off to bed very early due to being unwell. Historically, an excellent opportunity for me to quaff a bottle of wine without guilt, after all I was the one still up doing chores, so I deserved it! But I didn't. <br />Have now remembered a significant event this week, how will I say no to the obligatory celebratory bubbles?? At least I will only need to have one as I will be driving. I am not in a position yet to share with nearest and dearest my chosen journey. <br />I relate to your train journey above, too many times, the reveller myself (never peeing in bottle) but throwing up midday in a rubbish bin down a busy city street! All class. And that is how a couple of the girls I travelled with will remember me - great.<br />I have contemplated if I can't just be that family having a casual drink on a sunny afternoon. But that is precisely the issue, I can't just have ONE. It is always at least 2. <br />Thank you again Mrs D.A longtime overduenoreply@blogger.com