I haven't been in here for a while....broke the screen on my phone and all the pixels fell out. Anyway, after damn near 11 years of continuous day at a time and near on 6 years since I got divorced, I recently got married again. I was waiting for the missus to come home from work tonight when some thoughts came in. I'm happy with my lot. The night sky is beautiful. I love our lass. I'm helping her daughters (my step daughters). It would've been my 39th wedding anniversary today if I hadn't got divorced. I dont miss my ex. I don't bear her any ill will. Startlingly I don't miss my son and daughter any more. I barely think of them other than to hope they are well and happy. I feel like I have put the past to bed. I feel like I have a future. I feel like a dog, in that a dog lives in the now and if now is ok, the dog is ok. I have a new life in exchange for an old one. I feel I miss the good part of drinking sometimes but I know how to play the video to the end. It's a horror story. I know i don't ever want to even be an extra in that video. The greatest invention in the world, bar none, is tea. Strong, hot, by the half pint mugful. With just a dash of milk. Closely followed by coffee. Triple expresso from a stove top turkish percolator. And then there is morrocan mint tea....blisteringly hot, far too sweet, but just the thing in the back yard on a hot summer's day. Yorkshire pudding. Clootie dumpling. Roast gammon. Taking the family out for a ruby murray. Nardini's ice cream at largs. Not having so much that you fear losing it. Keeping a bit of me back for me. Enjoying a bit of solitude. Being able to be alone but not be lonely. Now, take all that, add beer and watch it all fly away. No thanks. Bad deal.