He was pottering around the garden, thinking about what she had said.
He had tried to cut down hadn’t he? He’d been trying to keep any thoughts of drinking out of his mind for over an hour now, but it just wasn’t working. He glanced back at the house. It was empty. She was shopping.
He went back inside and wandered from room to room aimlessly for a while. His mouth was dry and he needed a drink. His head was throbbing and he knew what he needed to make it stop. Regardless of all the advice he’d been getting, surely he knew what was best for him.
He stood looking up at the cupboard. He knew what was in there. He open it and stood staring in for a while. Finally, he sighed. “Oh! What the heck”. He grabbed a large mug, threw in a couple of tea bags and switched the kettle on.
