I'm back from the pub where I had two cokes and no alcohol. I think that's 22 days now.
I didn't really enjoy it, though. The pub was packed for quiz night and I don't like busy places, so it was making me paranoid. I'm also not in the mood to be in this country at the moment. Mainly because a lot of the people are dildos. I nearly got in a fight with a topless drunk chav having a tiff with his girlfriend, who was actually called Tiff. He was walking along not looking where he was going and bumped into me then got all up in my face with his charver language.
Since mum and dad joked about moving back to New Zealand last week I've been thinking about how crap this country is. Not new thoughts, it's just come back to light.
Anyway, I'll end the day with a glass of cold milk.