A few evenings ago I noticed that the evenings were noticeably getting darker.
Now long time readers may have deduced that I am no lover of Winter. I dread the dark evenings and the crap weather. I hate all the shite surrounding Christmas, with all its false jollity. The darkness lies on my heart like a heavy weight and my mood matches the lack of sunshine.
In other words, I fucking hate Winter.
However, I think I may have found a solution.
Some months ago in a rare fit of compassion, Herself developed a conscience and realised that I might be missing my regular visits to the pub. This Full Time Caring was having a disastrous effect on my social life. She suggested that maybe I should have a drop of whiskey in the evenings. Naturally I objected as I filled my first glass.
So it has become a regular thing. Come the evening I pour myself five fingers or so and relax. However, I don’t want to overdo things so I set myself a little rule – I wouldn’t start on the Jameson until after sundown.
But of course sunsets are starting to occur earlier each evening which gives me more drinking time.
Come midwinter I am going to end up paralytic every evening.
This may be the first Winter I will actually enjoy.