My sober year
After 20 years as a committed party animal, I started to feel like there might be more to life than drunken debauchery and three-day hangovers. As a freelance journalist, having to get up and meet deadlines with a pounding headache wasn’t fun, either. So, after reading Catherine Gray’s The Unexpected Joy of Being Sober, I felt inspired, announcing to my husband, Gaz, 38, that I was giving up. Never a big drinker himself, I think he was relieved the days of me causing petty arguments and being the loudest person at a party might be over. When I told other family members, most said the same thing – I
