Now I'm not normally one to blow my own trumpet (largely because I can' t reach) but today marks the sixth anniversary of my exit from the rehab.
So six years ago I was strolling in the sun down Heath House Lane on my way to Bristol train station looking forward to my first trip to Peru and full of fear and hope for the future.
To those who have tried to understand my new life and helped me to be happy I owe a huge debt of gratitude, I like to think you know who you are.
There are quite a few I owe a 'gracias' too as well.
And to little Salvador I owe both, when I stepped out of the doors of Highwood House at 4.44pm on May 5th 2000 I had no idea that he was waiting four years in the future to make my six months of incarceration all the more worthwhile.
To be sitting in our cafe with the sun shining, waiting for Esther, the girl who changed my life so much, when seven years ago all seemed lost, is bringing a tear to my eye, or maybe it's the onions that Miriam is chopping.