I worked till two today, big Charity drive. I was not hungover needing a drink.
My body didn't stink trying desperately to expel toxins.
Got home, tired, had to assert myself at work, calmly,. A friend came round for dinner. So went out to buy food and collect a package from Fat Face.
My mate had been drinking earlier, lunch time. We bitched about the sap at work, generally swanned about town being a bit stylish.
On none of these things did I drink. I thought about it. My ex seducer - The Slug - is never far away.
We walked through the Park coming home, laden, well after 5PM. On a beautiful Spring day. We passed a couple on a bench, a man and woman, drunk, drinking openly. And I said out loud, 'there but for the grace of G-D go I'. And Andy said Yes.
It's been one of those days. But Friends, if you told me six months ago........