If you’re a farmer it’s a different story
Its dark, wet, cold. The animals are always hungry. It’s a long time to the spring when stuff gets growing again
You never know what’s around the corner, just when you think you’re on top, something or someone is there to knock you down
The pub could be miles away, but its the only respite. At least you can meet and chat and share.
For a few hours anyway, you’re not on your own
Its late by the time you get there, so much to be done. You have a pint, its well deserved
Whiskey too for the night that’s in it.
Trouble is 40% alcohol is just that, trouble
Alcohol is not a happy drug. If you’re feeling down it drags you deeper
Alcohol is highly toxic, it kills cells, so your health suffers
If anything happens to you, who’s going to look after the animals, the dog?
Who’s going to look after you?
This can be the blackest, bleakest time of year!