I got one of those Dyson cordless hovers a few weeks ago.

The crap that hoovers up compared to my old one.

I hoovered up a wood louse by mistake and felt guilty, so I emptied it in the garden but couldn't find the wood louse, strange.

Pets .. they're so good in it ;))

Well, my personal experience with addiction started with alcohol. I managed to quit for 12 years, it was something I was proud of. After I went through my separation and divorce I picked it up in a moment of weakness, began slowly. I thought I had it under control and it was nice to relax with a really good beer. Of course with addiction it began to control me and the frequency and amount began to increase. After a year I was drinking pretty much every night and eventually it got to the point when I couldn't remember the last time I didn't drink. Somewhere around the 4 year point the depression from drinking was eating me up, waking every morning saying I wasn't going to drink tonight only to get off work and make my daily stop. I had absolutely no control over it. I went to an a.a. Meeting once, it wasn't for me. I have nothing at all against the program and encourage it to anyone who needs it but something about it turned me off personally. I had my moment of clarity one day when I had just had a major repair on my car and was waiting on a direct deposit to my acct. I just so happened to have picked up my kids that day and on the way home realized I forgot to get dinner. Then I realized I was also waiting on a deposit so I told my oldest daughter we were just going to bear eating what we had in the house for tonight, what a proud father I felt at the time (sarcasm). Don't get me wrong, I always took care of my children, this isn't the story of a bitter belligerent alcoholic that treats his children horrible. It is the story of an alcoholic that suffers daily from anxiety and depression brought on by his addiction and the hope of putting it in the past. With that being said my daughter offered to buy dinner with her tip money she got from work that day, I had not bought any beer that day and as much as I needed it I knew I could not, even my weakest moment, buy even one beer with her generosity. So that was the day, the first day in I couldn't remember how long that I didn't drink. And I woke up the next morning feeling ok, so I did it again. I made it a week, I was feeling anxious but better. Everyday got a little easier and every week felt like a huge milestone. I'm nearing the 2 year mark now, I admit, I think about it at times but I'm much stronger and have focused more on what I enjoy in life to ease those moments. I consider myself lucky, many people with addictions never pull out of it and lose everything. I'm so very happy I had the love of my children and the decency to go one evening that gave me the moment of clarity I needed. So, this isn't a story I share often, especially with strangers but who knows. Maybe it may encourage some who stumbles on this to help themselves. Thanks for reading guys.

The couple living on the 8th floor.
I live on the 10th floor. So sometimes, we meet in the lift.
The husband is about 89yrs old and the wife about 85 yrs.
What make me smile is how loving they are. Sometimes , they will tell me some funny stories when they were courting.
Oh... they are so lovely.

Love exists but sometimes at the wrong times ... at the wrong places.

When you find the girl of your dreams
Never stop trying
Never stop trying to impress her
Never stop trying to make her feel important
Never stop trying doing sweet things..
Never ever stop showing her how you feel.
Even in a year or two or even 50 years from now. Your shouldn't stop trying is the key Goodluck :)