If you had asked me at the beginning of my holiday what would happen during my holiday week, I would have had to say I have no idea. You see, I do not live on a week to week basis, I can’t. Every day is a different colour with many different good and bad experiences.
My holiday week was not really a holiday. A very good friend, a kind caring man, someone who has supported me as I have supported him asked me to help make his sister’s first holiday in Scotland special. He is a beautiful human being, good hearted with just one massive problem. He is addicted to alcohol. On a normal week, with no real stress, he can deal with his problem and say no, however, any change, or stress, even the smallest thing to you or I can change everything completely.
Don’t get me wrong, he…
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