In 1995 we planned to sell up and move house. For all the good 
reasons already mentioned and with the example of my brothers before me I stopped drinking on 4th February. (David's birthday, as it happens. Funny how you remember such dates, though.) We moved house in July. As part of getting to know the area, one day in September I visited a pub and had one pint. No problem; I could handle it. About a week later I had another. Another day a few more. I'd proved I could stop if I wanted. I think you can guess the rest of the story...
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