But I am limiting my intake see as have chosen the champagne flute as a vessel for my poison. Back home today. I am blessed with home being quite a special place. You see really there is no reason or rhyme for my madness. Other than maybe the title of this post. I have thrown carrots but no rabbits today. Nor birds for the bread. I’m wondering if the lorries nearby have frightened them all away. Constant noise today. Inside my head and out. But. Much. Much. Better than yesterday.