It’s a sunny, summery Tuesday morning as December descends upon us & Christmas is a coming! Seasonal songs are playing on the radio & all is calm, all is bright. I’m in a most festive mood after 2 long rejuvenating sleeps over the last 2 nights.
Thursday sees our Christmas festivities kick off here in The Salvation Army with the lighting of the tree & the crib. I’ll be rocking the ceremonies with a selection of my favourite & my bestest Christmas anthems. Then it’s off to Vicar Street with me & my old pal Messy for something of an old school reunion as The Happy Mondays take to the stage playing their 90’s classics all night long.
Roll on the shenanigans! Can’t wait for this gig! Meanwhile, an afternoon of relaxing Art Therapy lies ahead of me, followed by a showdown with my cunt of a Community Nurse. She’ll be looking for the lowdown on my recent activities but I’ll be giving her a carefully worded & much edited version of events.
Yes ma’am, I had yet another most quiet weekend on the dry as ever, with yoga everyday. I’m telling the truth about my yoga practice but I’ll carefully withhold any further information…3 late late nights on the trot of drunken disorderly antics, ha ha! Was it raining men? I was reining in men. Reigning men! Sure it’s absolutely none of her business what I get up to. She reports straight back to my shrink so let ’em think I’ve been on my best behaviour, why ever not?
I’m so tired of being treated like a juvenile delinquent by my psychiatric team! I’m a grown woman, the mother of a teenage daughter & I’m hurtling headlong into senile delinquency! Don’t fucking tell me what to do! I’ll toddle along now to be treated like a troublesome toddler no doubt & report back later on this afternoon’s interrogation……
Art Therapy was suitably therapeutic. After an hour well spent, I had finished painting a still life featuring a basket of flowers. I was quite happy with the results, so I took my leave early to face the music with the cunt herself.
Not even the odd drink? She pressed me. Okay, the odd drink…I conceded. Well you know where that leads! She chided. For fuckers’ sake! Then I had to listen to her smarmy spiel about me sliding down the slippery slope. God knows how she’d react if I was upfront & honest with her about my alcohol intake, never mind the narcotics. She’d have me locked up immediately for safe keeping! Well I’m never getting incarcerated again, ever! So she can go & shite if she thinks I’m going to spill my beans all over myself. Mum’s the word from this here Mama!
Faith In The Ripple Effect 