Perhaps I spoke too soon. I think my biggest pain of not drinking is when I am cooking or eating a meal. I guess that's better than all the kids who get shitfaced till 3 in the morning, and I'm showing my age and interests. No problems when my dickhead mates hit the sauce - but when I'm cooking something that needs wine in it, and I go to have a taste to see if it's right, and I realise I can't, then it shits me. And I think how wonderful it would be just to have a glass, where it the harm in that.
Where indeed.
Guess I'm not over not drinking yet. I think I came the closest to breaking in my two weeks ten minutes ago. Over a stew.
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