I have no problem with people who like the occasional tipple.
Dad made wine and went for alcohol content after a few years of experimenting with various fruits, veg and even tea leaves. Honestly you could run your car on some of the stuff he made, and don’t for heaven’s sake get too close with a match.
He and my sister were always in competition for local shows, and most of the time Dad would get the higher awards after leaving some of the judges ‘speechless’.
I have only been plastered once, at the tender age of 17 and my Mum had to put me to bed.
I’m afraid anyone who is the worse for drink makes me extremely nervous as they can be unpredictable and sometimes aggressive.
I was engaged to an alcoholic at 18 and dis-engaged a few months later.
A close friend was found in her nightclothes running for her life from her violent drunk spouse.
In later years, I had a partner who liked the juice and thought nothing of having half a dozen pints several times a week then getting behind the wheel of his car. On one such occasion he wouldn’t let me drive and nearly killed us on the way home.
I never let him drive me anywhere again, even when he was sober.
There was an incident on the marina one evening earlier this week, when a guy under the influence fell into the water and was lucky that someone was on hand to fish him out.
He was unable to stand unassisted, incoherent and aggressive, and a danger to himself and anyone trying to help him.
Sadly things got out of hand, and he ended up being arrested.
This has made me uncomfortable as his boat is berthed in the same basin as ours and I’m anxious in case I should encounter him in a similar state when I’m on my own.
I’d like to think I could handle such a situation during the day, but at night?
What if I were to be passing by and heard calls for help, or saw someone floating face down in the water, or even worse than that, NOT see them in time to do anything.
What if I were to try to help and no-one heeded my calls for assistance? I’m not a strong swimmer if I was pulled in, and the water here is icy cold.
It’s a scenario I would rather not think about, but something I have to now.
With these dark cold nights, Hubby won’t let me go out on my own, and either takes Maggie out for her final walk himself or we go together.
In the present circumstances, I am happier with the latter.