Imagine if you will the wagon careening racing along a bumpy potholed road with rocks and other debris in the way. Me holding on for dear life trailing out the back like a (large) flag in the wind!
That's been me over the past few days. The potholes and debris being life events set in my path. It's been tough, but I'm still here 
Those who have a drink because they choose to rather than have life events choose for them, good for you, the wagon is always there to hop on and off at will. If I have a drink it'll be because I choose to, not because other people/events are driving me to it!
I don't intend to drink until at least April 21st, which is the day of the Great Welsh Marathon.
The inspiration and encouragement I get here are a large part of me being able to hang on to that rear axle 