Mileage - 5 miles; - 44 minutes. Weekly Mileage - 5miles
Spent all day trying to help a chronic alcoholic organise moving house whilst they are hopelessly relapsing on brandy. Now that is an opening statement guaranteed to provide a real light in your heart and a well funny blog!
I can certainly think of many other things I'd prefer to be doing. Stapling my eyelids to my brow. Creosoting the fence or watching endless reruns of Songs of Priase. Almost anything other than this. It's Not a belly full of laughs. However Even though she is tragic and sad. There is a certain macabre humour in it.
For one, she is the female version of Ozzy Osbourne. So hopelessly out of it, shuffling around, shaking and on a different universe to the rest of us. Two, trying to see a very drunk person light a cigarette in strong wind for some reason is very very funny. Three. When the contracts were signed, the exchange went through and finally the keys were handed over. Savills also gave a bottle of champagne too. Little did they know we had a chronic alcoholic stored away in the back of the van out of sight and harms way. Still. It made us chuckle.
Met the neighbours (all 4 flats are below this raging alcoholic so it could end in disaster for them)
We kept the neighbours away from the poisoned alcoholic. Didn't have the heart to warn them their new neighbour is a shambolic nightmare and a danger to themselves and them. Still the local Off licence, Pharmacy, Doctors and Police Station will become much busier. I like to think an alcoholic really makes a mark on the local community. Stimulating certain sections of the local economy. Really fab that is, especially in such troubled fiscal times.
I spent a large part of the day dealing with removal men and cleaners, whilst trying to stop afore mentioned alcoholic from running out the door to buy brandy. They were beginning to suffer from terrible DT's and were trying to talk me round they needed alcohol to bring down the dosage for safety, and that was just the cleaners.
I understand that alcoholics can have seizures and fits if they stop alcohol totally. However that is mostly for very heavy users over a long period of time. This one had been valaiuming it up for 10 days and then on the Brandy train for 4. I wasn't convinced it was to prevent a fit. So i said no.
Next thing, i was on the phone and whoosh. She was away. Off out into the London afternoon no doubt to get her booze. In all honesty i though, 'what can i do about it' and i got changed and did a nice and tight 5 miler, in the sun by the Thames. Oh fuck yeah baby.
Managed to get some time, some space, some energy. Some thoughts about past 72 hours. It was good, 44 minutes i really enjoyed and can't wait to do again. Felt strong and rythmic. Finished off with x50 floor jumps and 30 'bastard burpees'. I was suitably buggered and ready for Round 2.
Rest of the day was spent keeping a leash on the alkie. God bless her it is awful but things had to be done. The new place was total carnage and we got it in the best shape possible whilst the alkie smoked in the corner and dropped off to sleep.
The day ended at 9pm. beds and sofa delivered tomorrow so it was back to an empty old flat for a nights kip, quick once over and away tomorrow.
The alkie spent the night coughing up blood and effectively being alive but dead. It brought back the full facet of the illness and made me think. Shit, i was really hoping to get out for an early morning run tomorrow.
I'm no saint, secretly i'm a selfish sod!
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