The Admiral is out for her morning walk with Alfie.

Good morning, William. Where's your fairy friend today?

Curled up at home, I'm afraid. He's not feeling himself.

Yes, Alfie, it is a worry.

You don't say, a 24-hour vet line?

Wow.

With Admiral Pet Insurance, you get Poor Squad, which means impartial advice from vets on Speed Dial.

And if you cover more than one pet on our multi-pet policy, you get a 15% discount.

Admiral, always looking out for you.

These aren't the stories your mother told you.

No, these are the other stories.

Interview. I'd been sober for almost six weeks now. An abstinence was something I'd come to enjoy. However much I was convinced I'd been sober for almost six weeks now, and abstinence was something I'd come to enjoy.

However much I was convinced I wouldn't, when I finally had the balls to admit I had a problem.

My support network used to be small, but I liked it that way.

When it eventually closed, like a door that bolted itself from the other side, I slipped into a catacomb.

I lost everybody I had ever held deer, driven them away with my insensitivities and unpredictability.

But I got better, and I made it out of the hole with a rope I managed to weave all by myself,

a metaphorical one, of course.

I beat the bottle when the bottle had me on the ropes, more metaphorical ones, for most of my

adult life.

And today, I had an interview for a job after being unemployed for over a year.

It was sales, but that didn't matter to me. It was a well-paid role in the city, and it would mean

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