Being a backpacking blog I’m not going to do a post on how to survive the zombie apocalypse, although 28 days later is one of my favourite films.
Nope, 28 days relates to the amount of time I have managed not to have a crafty fag. Actually to be precise, as I write this the exact amount of time is 28 days, 5 hrs and 23 minutes. Not that I’m counting…………..
It’s the third time now that I have been through this, the first time I lasted for a year, the second time for two years. Third time lucky eh?
It’s tough going I have to say and I am still struggling not to punch people in the face for the slightest misdemeanour, I’m constantly on the prowl for a good argument and feel ridiculously grumpy. Fingers crossed this phase may pass, or it could just be a symptom of getting older?
My fingers are crossed that I can do a sequel post called 28 weeks later. That was also a cracking film.
28 days, 5 hrs and 31 minutes now…………………………