Seven days have nearly passed since the last drop of alcohol passed my lips and I cannot tell you how much I have enjoyed this week. The standard off-the-sauce background headache had gone by about Wednesday and I now sleep like a baby. I nearly stumbled twice; the first time on Friday afternoon when I started teaching a new class and I realised that the majority of the parents of the assembled obnoxious brats were at least 10 years younger than I am. And then again last night at a demanding dinner at Giulio the Singer's home with his extremely well-stocked wine cellar, but my Faith kept me strong. O Ye of trifling belief! Turn from your Sinful Ways!
