I apologise if you're sitting on the edge of your seat anticipating some witty banter but I've kinda wallowed in the doldrums since the last post and have nothing of interest to say.
Christmas was beige and New Year was a non-event.
I finally got a letter from the DVLA a week ago... was it the final decision on my fitness to drive??? No, it was another fucking form. Well that's a lie, it was the same form I had completed in November to see if my circumstances had changed since the start of their investigation.... oh yes, I am now cured and a successful oil tycoon! I'm fed up with it all now and just wish they'd let me know one way or the other.
The shrink was here on Wednesday. My distrust of her continues and so I smiled and told her I was great and had reduced my drinking to 21 units per week. She accepted my fake persona without question and decided not to review me again until the end of April.