Well, it's early morning, and yesterday was the first day of my new attempt to be more responsible with alcohol. I have thought long and hard about what was suggested to me and have tried to work on a plan. I did not go to the flicks with The Lady last night, and I had a couple of drinks with my dinner. I need to cope with the fact that I am not supposed to drive, or work, or indeed be too long on my own, as the seizures have luckily so far happened when I am with people. Coping with this usually sends me to the cider-press. I also have to understand that massive intake followed by two days of abstinence, with the consequent delirium tremens, does not do the body, and particularly the brain, much good. I always thought I would be dead by forty years of age though it appears I have managed fifty-six of them. Perhaps my Lady and the childer would like me to hang around a little while? Or if not, they can their inheritance now. Today is going to be difficult, money is owed to me and I will doubtless be stressed.