Festering

Five days into our holiday the sun came out, by this point we had exhausted all board and card games and had took to playing 'eye spy'. I noticed Ray's mood was sinking by the day, when the sun came out Ray was glum. He felt guilty for dragging me out to such a dismal place and he felt sorry for lying. You see Ray had told me the holiday was a treat paid for by himself for wrecking my flat in a fit of drunken behaviour, when infact the whole break away was booked and paid for by Ray's sponser on the condition a sober friend accompany Ray. Although I do enjoy the odd tipple Ray decided he would use the holiday as a way of apologising for his misdemeaners before he got clean and sober. As the day went on and the sun shone brighter Ray became more melancholy. I tried to jolly him along but it was to no avail. His depression turned to anger and it was at this point I decided to call his sponser, if he booked and paid for this sheer atrocity of a holiday he was sure as anything going to get us home. He must have known what was waiting for us some two hundred miles from our home town. But alas there was no signal. Out of desperation I came up with a plan, I dragged Ray across town to the nearest cashpoint and withdrew a large chunk of my savings. i bought us a brew in the bus station cafe and drew up an action plan of places to go and things to do. maybe I should have used the money to get out of there and leave Ray festering there for the next week or help. I decided to help.