Spent most of Saturday in quite horrible pain after my tests. Had really sharp bouts of pain all during the day. I looked like a right bell-end in Waitrose almost doubled up in pain by the potato section. But hey, it eased off for sunday so that was a relief. Had a drive out round the countryside. Strange how just a few minutes outside grotty Bromley and you are in lovely country lanes feeling a hundred miles from anything. Pottering round in the sunshine was just grand and then ended up in Downe,a little village where Darwin lived a lot of his life, and went to a ppublic farm there, Christmas Tree Farm (I would call it a 'petting farm' but I don't like that term, just sounds odd). I realise this sounds jaw-droppingly tragic but I don't mind. Paid my 2 pound entry fee and paid a pound for a large bucket of chopped carrots. Needless to say it was full of small kids with parents, I realise I must have looked a bit odd. Fed some goats, llamas, cows, donkeys, horses, pigs....the lot. It was ace, the animals were so sweet, especially the tiny baby goats with their wee stumpy horns. The cows just stood there when you walked up to them and stuck their tongue out to pop the carrot on, which made me chuckle. Some of them were quite cheeky, if you were feeding one of their mates along the line, they would bang the chicken wire with their feet to get you moving along to them. I splashed out on an extra bucket of carrot and thoroughly enjoyed it. I fucking love animals of almost any nature, I'd love to go freelance one day and have the time to be able to have a houseful of animals. Feel free to mock.
Went and had a grand meal in a lovely wee pub afterwards, the Old Jail in Cudham, a lovely spinach canelloni (can't be arsed to check the spelling I'm afraid). Decided I'm going to cut my drinking back even further than I already have. In th epast couple of years I've cut down on my drinking and going out by a massive amount (used to be out almost every night) but I realise I need to chop it down further. Time I grew up a little as drink does affect my gut and it isn't worth causing further damage for the sake of a wibbly head. I'll still have a few on a saturday and things but I'm going to chop out Friday and a lot of my mid-week pint or two. If I go to the pub I'll try and have the odd fruit juice and thing so I cans till appreciate the atmosphere of the pub. I don't like to think of the damage I've done to my gut over the past 10 years with quite heavy drinking and very poor diet for much of it. I didn't even like a lot of the people I went drinking with, they were just people to go drinking with. Feels odd to be thinking like this when I'm only 28 years old. I do enjoy my life far more now, spending a little more money on rent for a flat I actually enjoy sitting in of an evening is hugely important. Quite why I spent so long living in a flat in block full of mad people in shitty croydon next to a busy flyover and a large fire station for 2 years, I'll never fucking know.
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