The Shoestring Club
“We’re sitting in his car on the side of the road opposite St Jude’s Church and my hands are shak- ing like a leaf. My stomach was so tight this morning I couldn’t eat a thing. God knows what a glass of champagne would do to me in this state, so it’s just as well I’m teetotal these days.
I’m actually rather proud of myself. It’s been exactly six and a half days since I last had a drink. I can’t deny I’ve had cravings, like at dinner last night, but I managed to stick to soft drinks instead. And ...in fact being sober while out wasn’t as bad or as scary as I thought it would be. And I didn’t miss the hangover this morning, that’s for sure.
‘One more minute,’ I tell him, then stare out of the window at all the familiar faces passing us by – Lainey’s aunts, uncles and cousins; mutual friends I haven’t seen in a long time; a couple of Lainey’s work colleagues in neat pastel-coloured shift dresses. I’m wearing dark glasses and no one’s spotted me yet.
No sign of Noel, thank God.MoreLess
I’m actually rather proud of myself. It’s been exactly six and a half days since I last had a drink. I can’t deny I’ve had cravings, like at dinner last night, but I managed to stick to soft drinks instead. And ...in fact being sober while out wasn’t as bad or as scary as I thought it would be. And I didn’t miss the hangover this morning, that’s for sure.
‘One more minute,’ I tell him, then stare out of the window at all the familiar faces passing us by – Lainey’s aunts, uncles and cousins; mutual friends I haven’t seen in a long time; a couple of Lainey’s work colleagues in neat pastel-coloured shift dresses. I’m wearing dark glasses and no one’s spotted me yet.
No sign of Noel, thank God.MoreLess
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