Robert Bush
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read

‘I gave up drinking for January, a dry January before it was actually a thing, and then at the end of the month I felt so well that I decided to do February too. And then March and April and by the beginning of May it had become evident that I was so much better without drinking in so many ways, that I simply stopped drinking permanently.

I was shocked that after so many years of regular drinking I felt absolutely nothing, no desire to drink, no craving, no long wistful looks at someone else’s glass of beer or wine. I just didn’t drink any more, it was as simple as that, and I loved it. And I still do, twenty years later.’

I have so much time…

    Robert Bush

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    Londoner, hat lover, pals with a Jack Russell. Writing stuff, always trying to improve. Writer in Publishous, Weekly Knob, Junction, The Haven & Picklefork.