Today I had a pre-Christmas catch up with a friend over a casual lunch and a glass of wine.
I’ve been thinking a lot about that glass of wine. It occurred to me that apart from a bit of festive sparkle, it didn’t really add anything to the occasion.
I don’t drink alcohol very often these days, but I can’t pinpoint the time when I started drinking less. There’s no defining moment, no pivotal event. I didn’t wake up after a bender to declare never again. I’m certainly not taking the high moral ground or claiming a heroic act of will and determination.