"You drinking tomorrow?" one of the girls at work asked me today.
"There's a 40% chance of beer on my cereal," I joked. I'm pretty sure I was joking.
As always, my darling Tracey has been very supportive.
"You can have a Sober October next," she told me while I sat on the lounge with a Bottle-O catalogue planning my first drink.
"That's a nice idea," I replied without looking up and without any enthusiasm whatsoever. "We'll talk after my September Bender. And if we're going to start making things happen by rhyming them, you can do a No eBay May and a Sex Before Noon June."
That should end the silly talk and keep my October free for wedding toasts and boat races.
The whole thing has actually been a great experience. The time has flown by without incident - unlike when I gave up smoking there were no tantrums or ducking off to the shops/tip/friends/park (anywhere really) for a sneaky puff. The month is done and tomorrow I can have a drink if I want and that's good. I haven't fed the world's impoverished or discovered a cure for hangovers but I'm disproportionately pleased with myself.
And now the Olympics are on and tomorrow night, to celebrate, the time has come to go for Gold.
XXXX Gold, that is.
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