memories

Saturday I was on a Stag party, which turned into a pub crawl. I don't drink much anymore to the point I could almost say I don't drink since I can go months in between - unlike my youth.

Somehow the counter got forgotten, something which has not happened for a very very long time. Perhaps I got carried away or maybe the oldself put in an appearance with what I call a "burn out", when you drink until you revisit your stomach lining.

Needless to say I am still recovering from my excess on Saturday and it will probably be tomorrow before I have fully recovered.

I've spent a little work time this lunchtime working on the site but in the usual tradition I have broke away to write something.

Money sprang to mind and memories of childhood. The story is a long one but needless to say my father balanced what little money we had on a daily hand to mouth basis.

Not a good time to remember but a lesson perhaps in value, in more ways than one.