Towards 5pm

Since the start of the year, Hannah and I have been teetotal on Mondays and Tuesdays after she read an article extolling the virtues of giving one's liver a forty-eight hour break (from alcohol) every so often.

To be honest, I haven't read the article myself and I lack any medical knowledge that would enable me to assess the claim's merits, but I was game and, actually, I feel all the better for it. 

I don't mean physically - I'm not sure there's been any major difference in that department - but psychologically it's made a noticeable difference. I think I feel more in control.

Monday and Tuesday evenings aren't bad. I miss having a glass of wine but I drink slimline tonic with ice and lemon, and spend most of the evening in the music room, which is a good distraction.

Still, there's no denying I was feeling cheerful all day because I knew I was meeting Hugo at the pub at five o'clock.

I dropped the Minx at the station at half-four and took today's photo on the way back.