A pregnant friend, a Catholic sister, and years of doing myself a disservice when trashed all lead up to me getting on the wagon for the six weeks of Lent 2017.

I thought it would be a standard trip through the doldrums but, in fact, 5 months later I’m still sober and after all, it was OK.

I’m a 30 something, professional, former academic, queer femme London woman trying to have a conversation about how to avoid becoming a latter day ‘fun bobby’ while negotiating a new relationship with my former best friend and partner in crime, my fabulous monster: booze.