So that was the week that was

So it's over. I haven't seen the others' diaries yet, but Matt emailed me last night and I have to say that, compared to him, I look like a right old soak. But I am unbowed and unapologetic: I feel that my life is balanced the way I want to be and I really enjoy myself.
I have little doubt that our liver doctor is going to tell me that I should try not to drink so much in one sitting.
But then again so many activities in our lives carry inherent risks. I've done several bungee jumps which no doubt increase my risk of all manner of things from detached retinas to cracking my head on a hard surface; I've driven sports cars at approaching 200mph - never something the docs recommend; I used to be a keen scuba diver when I lived in more temperate climes, and of course that increased my risks of getting the bends and, I guess, of dying. But those, to my mind - and actually that is what really counts to me - are risks that were well worth it for the experiences I enjoyed.
So on Friday night I went down to the Cornwall for a concert. My wife and I met friends in the bar and I had a pint of Carlsberg. We then went through to dinner and I enjoyed a glass of wine with my starter and main course. With our puds we had a cheeky glass of dessert wine. And then it was into the car (our nominated driver behind the wheel of course) and off to the Eden project.
When we arrived I got a pint of Beck's, and then it seemed churlish to decline the offer of a toffee vodka shot from the people walking around the crowd selling it. All in all a capital night.
Talking of a balanced life, though, I managed to drag myself from my bed at 7.30 the following morning and went out for a four-mile run along the river before breakfast... That's the trade-off as far as I'm concerned.
We spent most of the day in Cornwall before dropping into my mother's house for supper on our way home. And I drank a couple of glasses of red wine there. Poor old mother, she's a big fan of Radio Devon and was worried that I would look bad if I was honest about my drinking this week... So sorry, Mum, if your Radio Devon Fan Club pals think I'm a lush!
And Sunday night - well I only occasionally drink anything between Sunday and Wednesday, so it was soft drinks for me all day.
So now it's all over and I can go back to my usual two bottles of Scotch a night (only joking...)
Has it been useful? Well I don't think I've really learned much about myself - in a former life I was a health correspondent and so was pretty clued up about units etc. I do exceed them from time to time, but I feel that at least I do so in an informed and, ultimately, a calculated way.
I have, however, decided to officially retire from bungee jumping.
It's a useless sport - I can never do it without spilling my pint.