posted 24 Oct 2015, 07:33 by Louise Jensen
updated 24 Oct 2015, 07:34 by Tim Elliston
I hold my breath as I hear the whistling approach of the postman, exhaling as he passes my door. Nothing for me today.
I unscrew the whisky, although it is not yet ten o clock, and lie to myself that I will only drink a drop. It’s not as if I have any plans. Besides, this bottle is the only thing I have to open today.
I chink ice cubes into a crystal glass – it’s my birthday after all – and wait for the warm bloom of alcohol to flush the loneliness away.
I check my silent phone. Thirty Facebook friends hope I have an awesome day.
So why am I alone?