This is the third November in a row when I have given up the drink for a month.
The real reason I do it is to prove that I can.
And I can! Without TOO much hassle and the lack of hangovers is great to live with.
But I do, I confess, find myself glancing towards the calender every so often and doing little fraction sums, for instance tomorrow, being the twentieth, will be two thirds of the way through to the Ultima Thule; December.