For either three or four years now, inspired I think by my daughter’s similar action, I have decided to go on the dry for the month of November.
The strange thing is that this decision to give my liver an annual holiday is so (almost) completely painless.
Aha! I hear you say, November, but we all know nothing happens in November.
I would have thought so too but this year the Dwyer social calander for November is doing well, all drinking occasions too and thereby hangs a huge advantage-no worries about designated drivers, taxis or car pool for any of these (you need to grab and nurture all advantages of being on the dry)

Facing into the prospect of a dry month on the 3rd of the month is I must confess a bit daunting. The great thing is that as the month progresses it certainly gets easier.

As to whether I would consider giving up the stuff altogether, I’m not so sure.
I do know that I could but I also would prefer not to.
Now if I could manage to cut down…………