My drinking isn’t a problem – in fact, I rather enjoy it. A cold white wine when I throw myself through the kitchen door on my return from work; a plummy Malbec with bolognese on a winter’s Sunday night. An alcoholic drink marks the day-to-evening switch.
For me, it’s the equivalent of putting on silky pyjamas when I get home (I do that as well). There’s also something of the glamour of “fixing” a cocktail, as Betty Draper did for her husband Don in the TV show Mad Men – although, from recollection, Betty did, in the end, go a bit too far.
