Lack of self control

Laura over at muddlingthroughaspergers.blogspot.co.uk  talked about lack of self control in her last post, and it has made me even more aware of Mr H's failings in this department. We have had a good day, got lots of jobs done in the house and garden, and, added bonus, the sun came out at about 4pm, just as we finished our chores, so we sat in the garden with a glass of wine and chatted - all very civilised.
We had our tea outside, and some more wine, I went to sit in the conservatory to read, Mr H stayed outside and drank lots more wine, before disappearing to the top of the garden with his guitar and a bottle of wine which is always a sign that he is very much worse for wear.  I wandered down after a while and he was strumming away tunelessly, and well on the way to being blind drunk. 30 minutes or so later (it's now  9. 30 pm ish) I hear a big crash from the bottom of the garden, the dog barks and we both run down and find the chairs upturned on the decking. For one glorious moment I thought he had fallen into the pond ( my life as a Merry Widow played out before me and I instantly calculated the insurance payout in my head!) but no, he is totally ratarsed and having a wee in the corner of the garden behind the summerhouse.  Nice. He didn't realise that I saw him.  He managed to put his guitar into the summerhouse (although I was very very tempted to shove it outside for the night) before staggering back into the house and up to bed, I am now in the garden watching the bats and contemplating a peaceful night in the spare room.
He cannot stop at a few glasses of wine, he seems unable to stop when he starts becoming stupid. I like a glass or three of wine, he likes a couple of bottles. When we have guests I worry that he will make a total twat of himself, and am constantly on edge. This is no life.

Hannah x