Cheers!

Out of the blue, I am writing this. I have a glass of wine in my hand. Don't worry I only drink some to help me have a good sleep and I'm not an alcoholic. I love my wine, it numbs my body.

It's funny that we have a cupboard full of vodka, gin and whisky but no one drinks it. Mum drinks vodka only on New Year's eve. And those drinks been there for more than 20 years.

My husband only drinks if we're on holiday. If we went to a bar, and have to order a drink for us to stay and enjoy the night. If he drinks 3 beer he will be drunk and start talking shite. Most of the time he confesses his undying love for me which is music to my ears. But it's only happened once in a Blue Moon, he drinks one or two beer just.

And me, I got drunk if I drink a full glass of wine. I put my wine in my room, red wine, white wine but most especially Moscato as I can only drink if it's not strong and I like it sweet. Too much wine is bad for me and worst for my husband for he knows I won't shut up and will be starting to talk nonsense and ask silly questions and bring back the past. In or worst-case scenario, I will rape him. I'm sure he likes it.

I remember the last time I got drunk, I slept on the floor for he will not carry me to the bed because he said I'm heavy because I'm getting fat. He's only making that up because the truth is he cannot lift me because of his back. He's getting old. And I'm still sexy, he's the fat one. Unbelievable! He used to be sexy like me. Oh well, I must feed him well. I take that as a compliment. No matter what he's the one I'm going to grow old with. I'll wipe his bum and change his nappy when the time comes.

Ok, let me get back on my drink. Before I tell you something more stupid than what I'm writing now. I'm not yet drunk, I still can write and think. I hope I can drink with yous while having a chat. And can say, cheers and have a good laugh.

Good night.