Back to basics

I decided to stop drinking yesterday(naive, I know) needless to say project ’stay sober’ was a complete and utter failure. I didn’t even intend to go out, there was nothing on and no excuses. This is what happened.
7pm, Ruas still hungover from the night before and contemplating a nice quiet night in BUT papa Rua has other plans. He asks Rua to mow the lawn(a big loud job, no good for sore head) so the quick thinking Rua says; ‘nah-sorry-have-to-go-out-too-late-bye’(hyphenated to emphasize the fact that it was all more or less one word). And we were off!
Down to the 46A and into town frantically texting everyone I knew, praying that there’d be someone on the other end when I got there. As it happens, there were lots of people in town and to put a long story short I managed to spend 60e without paying more than 3e for a drink or buying anything for anyone else-do the maths.
Oddly, it was a perfectly normal uneventful night where nothing interesting, dangerous or bizzare happened…….until I got home. 3.30am sitting at the kitchen table in all his boxers and vest clad glory was papa Rua. He was there, by himself, reading the paper and saying nothing. It was so surreal I thought I was tripping(again). I came in grabbed some cheese, wrapped it in bread and went to sleep.
I was talking to my brother about it this afternoon. He was just as scared and confused as I was when he got home from work a half hour later and the old nut job was still there. Its just a bit odd to be honest