Day 2 My girlfriend cooks a mushroom ragout. She mentions, after my first mouthful, that the recipe contains half a bottle of white wine - I'd forgotten to tell her about my Mission. If we're being strict about it, I've failed already, but what could I do? If I'd been strict about it at the time, I'd have had a bowl of ragout on my head.
Day 4 Can't believe it. At a restaurant with my family, I have a spoonful of my mum's ice cream - and it's alcoholic! I kid you not: day four, and I've lapsed from temperance twice - with none of the benefits.
Day 6 Fridays and Saturdays are the worst. This Saturday, I'm in a Mexican restaurant where the waiter promises "the best margaritas in London". Stifling a sob, I have a non-alcoholic cocktail, which is not markedly different from a carton of Five Alive. When I arrive back home, I drink several glasses of water before bed. Force of habit.
Day 8 God, they drink a lot on EastEnders, don't they? They're never out of that pub.
Day 13 No longer have any physical cravings for alcohol by myself, but watching other people quaffing induces a pang. Very close to giving up the drought at a wedding, thanks to the bride's suggestion that I simply lie in this article. Luckily, she doesn't keep up the pressure and I enjoy the occasion just as much as I would have on alcohol. Bailey's ice cream is served, but you don't catch me out that way a second time.
Day 20 At a dinner party, I have the odd sensation that I'm the one who's drunk while everyone else is staying sober. I feel detached from the others and their conversation, as if I'm seeing and hearing them through a fog. By 9.30, I'm exhausted and yawning.
Day 24 A friend guzzles a dozen lagers while watching Manchester United on a pub TV. He's a much heavier drinker than I am anyway, and his periodic dryings-out are dramatic. "The air smells sweeter, the sun shines brighter," he rhapsodises. But I'm a lightweight at the best of times, so the benefits are negligible. I suppose I'm saving money, but it doesn't feel like it when I'm at the bar paying for someone else's pint and my mineral water. I suppose I'm cutting calories, too, but I keep deciding I'm therefore "allowed" more crisps, so I haven't lost any weight. Still, you don't have to go to the bottle bank as often.
Day 31 Mission accomplished. I have my first drink since I signed the pledge. And God, what an anticlimax.Reuse content