A rebel without a clue.

First day done of dog sitting for Ruby. We had a lovely morning walking from Plumpton Rocks to Knaresborough and then through Starbeck to Harrogate, were we had an hour before catching the bus back around 1pm. Ruby ate her dinner, as did I, and we hardly moved afterwards... Second day included Lola on a walk to Collingham, alongside the river and back via the golf course. We had a short break for a coffee and some doggy biscuits in Apotheco. Later I managed to read three chapters as I digested three halves of stout(one BD and two Guinness) after I'd taken Ruby for a second meander (down to the river and back) and fed her hungry body. I ate the shepherds pie with the processed maize kernels. Proper grits... I only had to cook thrice before they became soft!? Maybe it's an alkali and time which serves? Day three ... Oh bugger. 5 pints and a disturbed night. but I am nearly at the end of day four. It's cold. A deep frost. I've been with Lola all day and she has some tender...

How do I get my life away from the track it is on: towards my self-destruction. The shortening of my potential into a vacuum of self abuse which is built on whimsical ideals, of no real substance, because I appear to suffer too much to be alone. Humans are social creatures, and that's a fact which my genes, and my behaviour in culture is tied together within a façade I am compelled to, always, display: which is bollocks? 8 weeks until Epiphany and I've got to be somewhere on this day. A new adventure which isn't dictated by the yo-yoing, to-ing and fro-ing. I came back to the flat. I picked up the book I'd left at BrewDog and came direct across Lovell Park to the Grange. Made a Malaysian curry with some urid daal as a side plate. It's a Tuesday. Can I do a third day off alcohol? Oh please. It will feel like such an accomplishment which is a truly bizarre feeling. Am so far away from sobriety. I am who I am. Do I need an official diagnosis to keep me trapped here doi...

Just returned from a meander with Lola up to Ashdale Lane and The Copse, back along Quarry Hill Lane and Crossley Street. On York Road Lola found half an uneaten pizza. And on Quarry Hill Lane I collected a couple of cooking apples from a plastic bag outside someone's house... Then I made lunch: pork sausages, apple sauce, mash potato, onion gravy and broad beans. Mum actually liked my food. Then I went for a lay down, but Lola was having none of it so we walked up St James's Street to the Ginnel, up Prospect View and the Quarry, along Raby, and onto The Ings for a bit of 'find the fish' in amongst the fallen leaves. Then Lola demanded I spend the rest of the afternoon by her side, which I was compelled to, until Finley took my place and I started to read Ithaca by Claire North  on my bed while struggling to keep warm! The burn on my right hand was also distracting me, but I asked my sister, once she'd arrived, if she had any Savlon...  Which did help reduce the in...

Breakfast. Twice fried fries, two sliced - lengthwise - Addyman's traditional sausages, capers, garlic, olive oil, pepper... a banana, pills for me nerves and a glass of Vichy Catalan! Monday got off to a bang?!? Yesterday I began 'taping' the seams on the Flecktarn after I'd sealed with a bonding adhesive. It may work to keep me dry? As a first attempt I was slightly off on the tape in areas and quickly ran out of the roll(5 metres didn't cover it?)... Three hours on the allotment, into town for a 'coffee' break(matcha latte) and a few chapters of a short novella. Just put mum's old phone on eBay. Had a good meditation session after lunch. Heading back to Leeds shortly. *** And I didn't go for a pint. First time in ages I haven't just 'popped in' for a half which then duplicates itself across the evening sky... *** Tuesday. Awake early. The clocks have fallen back, but I am still awake at '5am'. I am maladjusted. But it's OK....