Woes

Waily, waily, waily. One thing after another. First migraines, then an ingrowing toenail minor operation then very high blood pressure, liver enzyme functions double what they should be and it all seems a shade too much. A trip to the Booze Shop was indicated (reopen after Ramadan at last) except for the fact of the high liver function levels.
But with my aging bladder and increasing prostrate size it would only mean being stuck in the loo if I did retreat into alcoholic cheer; so perhaps I need to look elsewhere to ensure cheerfulness. Although if I had a "two holer" and could be joined by such charming company then perhaps there might be reason to forget the liver levels!
My cholesterol does not seem to bad so perhaps I do not need to join this lady who is more careful in how she maintains her calorie intake.
You would not believe the sadness that I have felt as I restrained myself from the red wine that is my solace, especially these last few days with Alice back in the Phils to sort out a few necessary things for us at the farm and in the Immigration Office. But we are in the new flat which is so much better! But space and comfort do not mitigate the loneliness in the same way that Jack or red wine do.
Never mind, I talk to my pet, at great length in the absence of Alice, and find his relaxed attitude quite refreshing. Thinking it over I feel he is sensible and I wholly agree with him.