The end of the wine

I apologise unreservedly for scaring anyone still following this self-absorbed monologue. You'll be relieved to hear that this is the very last post from LitS. I'm not keen on the idea of death, still less on dying and I would like my family and some semblance of a life back. So, as soon as I can find a clinic stupid enough to take me on, I'm off to rehab. It probably won't work. Part of me hopes it won't work. But perhaps it will. Anyway, if you don't hear from me for a while, that's where I'll be.

Thanks for listening.