Why do I drink, or rather why did I drink? Why was drinking so important to me? I have such fond memories of drinking, especially at Christmas time. In the past I used to love drinking at Christmas, the pubs were atmospheric and magical. There was nothing more I enjoyed them drinking a pint of cider and smoking cigarette after cigarette whilst enjoying the warmth from an open fire. I can still see the magic in the pubs, but I’m not able to drink any more (or smoke any more). It would be easy to relapse at this time, so often I am tempted to indulge in a dinnertime drink, whilst I peruse purchases I made around town. I know I’ve got non-alcoholic drinks as an alternative, but it’s not the same. I suppose that part of me believes that I could drink again and not be hooked, but I suppose if that were true and wouldn’t even consider drinking, and it’s the voice of my addiction speaking.