That's HB and I finished our four weeks off the booze! Health benefits? Fuck all.
We had planned to celebrate by going up to a beer festival at Glencoe but I somehow managed to fuck my ankle up on the Pugsley during Thursday's night ride. The fucked ankle combined with freezing temperatures persuaded us to stay at home, so it was beers with Paul and Gary on Friday and a curry and the Winton on Saturday. Being off the sauce for so long means I get pissed on just a few beers. This resulted in me falling off my seat on the bus home on Friday night and landing on my arse, which gave everyone on the bus a good laugh.
In other news HB has been at me for ages to introduce the new member of our household for ages. A while back HB was outside about to feed Jake when this other cat turned up. It was starving so HB gave it a bite to eat. We let it stay the night and over the next wee while we found out that it was a he. He hadn't been chipped or reported missing to any of the many folk we reported finding him to. We put posters up but got no reply so we decided to let him stay, he's still here.