Just a small story. OH has been doing well on his drinking break. Granted he's more of a moderate drinker, but I'd call him more of a consistent drinker. He has no problem stopping at one, but often it will be one or two beers a day five days per week.
He's now on day 12, something he hasn't done since forever. It's nice that he's shown a bit of solidarity with me on dry Jan, he's exceeded my expectations. Plus he's lost a kilo.
His boozy friend texts him, they work near each other in London.
Boozy friend: I'm stopping in for one before getting the 630 train. Join me at x?
(x is a cheap and nasty pub, a chain with overpriced, lackluster beers.)
OH: No mate, need to get home and do the shopping, out of food.
OH's later commentary to me: Now that I've been 11 days without alcohol, my next drink is going to be a nice beer at a proper pub!
Too cute, I must admit that it gave me a giggle that he currently has such high standards!
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