Water, water everywhere

I am trying, in a sneaky and unannounced way, not to drink for a month. I have been thinking for ages that I ought to try. I am now halfway through, and thinking that I actually will make it. The only people I have told I’m doing it have been too drunk to remember that I said it.

It’s not that difficult, really. It’s just dull. I have been out on several boozy evenings in the last couple of weeks, and have got used to clutching my fizzy water. And another thing that I have to face up to is that I have used the excuse not to do this before that “everyone will notice” (though I’m not sure exactly what is such a problem about that, come to think of it). In fact, on the occasions I’ve been out, nobody has noticed. Or commented. I have had the car with me, which creates a ready-made excuse, but nobody has noticed anyway – until the end of the evening when you are very popular as you can drive everyone home.

But I have to say that I do miss wine. I miss the palaver of it, the corkscrews and choosing a bottle, and I miss the taste, and the feeling. I like the feeling of being slightly drunk. Is that a problem?