There\u2019s an empty bottle of whisky on my desk. It\u2019s been there 10 years now, maybe a little bit more. Longer than the desk, in any case. Longer than any of the furniture in the room.<\/p>\n
Johnnie Walker. Red label. Old enough to be measured in fluid ozs and percentage proofs. <\/p>\n
I don\u2019t drink whisky and never really have. I don\u2019t drink at all these days. I assume my dad drank all this one and then I kept the bottle for some reason, because it\u2019s nice and old, because it was there, because it gives me something to look at more interesting than the wall.<\/p>\n
We got it fifteen, twenty years ago from the cupboards of a neighbour\u2019s house after she\u2019d died and we were helping clean up, this and various other archaic bottles of unopened spirits. I have no idea where they went, or what they were.<\/p>\n
Shamefully, I don\u2019t even remember her name. Maybe I never knew it. I used to talk to her in the mornings while waiting for the bus. She was kind of funny. I think she thought I was odd, weird.<\/p>\n
I was odd, weird. I still am. It\u2019s too late to change. Some lack I\u2019ll always have.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know why I keep it, the bottle. But I couldn\u2019t imagine throwing it away. If I\u2019d left the top off it\u2019d be full of dust by now. <\/p>\n
Next to it there\u2019s a milk bottle with a feather in it. No memories attach themselves to those.<\/p>\n
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Notes:<\/p>\n
1. Written on the 17th July, 2022<\/em><\/p>\n__________<\/br> There\u2019s an empty bottle of whisky on my desk. It\u2019s been there 10 years now, maybe a little bit more. Longer than the desk, in any case. Longer than any of the furniture in the room. Johnnie Walker. Red label. Old enough to be measured in fluid ozs and percentage proofs. I don\u2019t drink whisky […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[36],"tags":[118,1106,351],"class_list":["post-5025","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-a-short-story-or-two","tag-autobiography","tag-memories","tag-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5025","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5025"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5025\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5026,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5025\/revisions\/5026"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5025"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5025"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5025"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Support An Accumulation Of Things<\/a><\/h3>If you like the things you've read here please consider subscribing to my patreon<\/a> or my ko-fi<\/a>. <\/br><\/br>Patreon subscribers<\/a> get not just early access to content and also the occasional gift, but also my eternal gratitude. Which I'm not sure is very useful, but is certainly very real.<\/br><\/br>(Ko-fi contributors<\/a> probably only get the gratitude I'm afraid, but please get in touch if you want more). <\/br><\/br>Thank you!<\/i><\/br><\/br>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"