Päivä alkoi selvänä mutta odottakaapas kun pääsen töistä kotiin... I have a 12 year old whiskeybottle in home waiting for me :)
There´s a whiskey in the jarrrrr......
There´s a whiskey in the jarrrrr......
Turvaa tilisi vahvistamalla puhelinnumerosi. Voit silloin palauttaa unohtuneen salasanan tekstiviestillä.
Näihin keskusteluihin ei ole vielä vastattu. Ole ensimmäinen.
Vastaukset 2
Vanhimmat
For most normal folks, drinking means conviviality, companionship and colorful imagination.
It means release from care, boredom and worry. It is joyous intimacy with friends and a feeling that life is good. But not so with us in those last days of heavy drinking. The old pleasures were gone. They were but memories. Never could we recapture the great moments of the past.
There was an insistent yearning to enjoy life as we once did and a heartbreaking obsession that some new miracle of control would enable us to do it. There was always one more attempt - and one more failure.
We landed in England. I visited Winchester Cathedral. Much moved, I wandered outside. My attention was caught by a doggerel on an old tombstone:
"Here lies a Hampshire Grenadier
Who caught his death
Drinking cold small beer.
A good soldier is ne´er forgot
Whether he dieth by musket
Or by pot."