One Month on my Wagon
I can never remember if being on the booze is on or off the wagon. Or what the wagon has to do with it. Or whether it's wagon with one g or waggon with two g's. Suffice to say today is a landmark in my life - a whole month off the pop! Obviously, it was slightly enforced due to, oh, emergency surgery BUT it was January 31st when I had my last drink - a very fine Australian red we had brought back from Oz last year and saved for a special occasion. The occasion was that our friend Gordon was in town - who knew that the real occasion would be the last drink for a month. My husband claims it's the longest I've gone without a drink since I was 18. I would probably argue that it's the longest I've gone without a drink since I was 15! While nit-pickers may dispute the legitimacy of a month that is the shortest in the year, given it's a leap year, it's the longest February we'll have for another four years, so it should count for something. I am a little torn though. Someone (more religious than me) reminded me that it was Lent and that maybe I should stay off the pop 'til Easter. That seems a little excessive to me, especially as I have some English friends arriving tonight. It would clearly be rude NOT to have a little tipple or two with them. And definitely amiss not to take advantage of the excessive Sunday brunch we will be attending tomorrow. So, for the moment, I am content with my month/29 day abstinence and looking forward to whetting my palate with a little fizz very soon!
