Safety first

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.
drowningWhat 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.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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6 Responses to Safety first

  1. scifihammy says:

    i don’t blame you for being nervous – it is scary when people drink too much and loose control.

  2. janegundogan says:

    I drink socially. I rarely drink at home as I believe that alcohol can ruin good people and good families.
    When The Turk has one too many he gets very belligerent – not aggressive – just argumentative. Luckily it is a very, very rare occurrence otherwise I would have divorced him by now lol! His brother on the other hand is a raving alcoholic and can finish a bottle of raki off in an evening (similar to ouzo takes like licorice). Two weeks ago he fell down some stairs of a restaurant in town and has been in hospital ever since. Lesson probably not learned but maybe reflected upon.

    • I know of several similar instances. I’ve only seen Hubby tipsy and he had a soppy smile on his face. I like the occasional beer, but I’m no drinker. I bought a 10 pack for Christmas a few years ago, and the following Christmas Eve I still had 9. In fact, I still have a bottle left over from our Hog Roast on Sept 6th. That’s our Christmas Day toast sorted then, it’s a big bottle, 284ml! Cheers!! 😀

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