I would tell my wife I’d had a hard day or that I was stressed or I’d tell myself I needed a drink to help me sleep. It’s often the case with heavy drinkers, and it’s absolute nonsense.

I’m afraid to say I had a family tragedy this week, expected but very sad nonetheless. I’m not as upset as I thought I’d be, but I’ll never get to see that person again, and that’s starting to sink in. This would’ve been the one time I would’ve felt ok to take a drink, but I can honestly say having a drink never crossed my mind. I get urges, yes, but not on this occasion.