I am back.
Notquite, if you have managed four days (for whatever reason), that is brilliant. I have yet to manage that. I think three is my maximum, and I am not able to do even one at the moment. I'm feeling very much like howlong and Hamster. Something in me really just has to click. And I'm a pretty obsessive person (gave up sugar and yeast completely about 20 years ago for health-related reasons, and managed that for three years. But I evidently haven't felt the real trigger yet where alcohol is concerned).
Anglaise (sorry to have missed your final 'e' off yesterday), all that said, I am now wondering about hypnotherapy (I remember you mentioned this upthread). You are such a bold, brave woman in every possible way. I would be absolutely paralytic if DP were with another girlfriend. It's bad enough when he doesn't tell me what he's doing, and I know for an absolute fact that he is not involved with anyone else and is just staking his 'independence' claim.
Frouby, I hope you sort out your livery problem. I have friends with ponies, and livery problems are always bubbling away in the background, one way or another. And, of course, I am thinking of your auntie.
Flossie, did the cup of tea do the trick? Am on my second large G&T here. DC driving me crazy. And DP. We spent the day in John Lewis, acting all married. Since when I have heard stuff all from him.
Water: 37 days?! I am in awe. Do you feel massively different now?
I feel awful, not least because of this bastarding cold (the only thing DS has shared with me all holidays, it would be fair to say).