2.07pm
Hey….Guess this isn’t what you’d expect from your favourite aunty… maybe that uncle (or that other one), but not Aunty Abbey. Noooo! But it is true. I’m hungover -though I’ve only recently realised that this feeling is a hangover – and I’ve eaten a chicken mushroom pie and a big mac. I’m in the car opposite Speedway. Your little cousin is snoring in the back seat. And i’m not sure what to do.
I’m the one who started June’s alcohol experiment on facebook. I know at least one of you ‘loved’ that. Im the one who didn’t manage to stick with it and silently skulked away. I’m the one who hides the newly purchased wine when you come round after school. I’m the one who is trying to decide whether to get another bottle or so this afternoon. I’m the one who’s scared of the midwinter christmas dinner tomorrow night because you will all be there…. and there will be the humourous point of conversation the other aunts and uncles will bring up. The alcohol experiment. And i will need to evade the topic. Or lie. Or…. tell the truth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Your aunty has a potty mouth. You knew that.
I’ll go now. I love you. See you tomorrow. Shit.
Aunty Abbey x