It was a long July. The longest. And the driest. The driest on record, in fact. Not according to farmers and rain-sodden Aucklanders who were blitzed by polar squalls. But, according to my liver, that was the longest I've gone dry — without booze, that is — in my adult life.
Along with members of the Travel team, I've just gone for a month without alcohol. I picked the wrong month to do Dry July: It was a month that included five Saturday nights, two Lions tests, a skiing trip and a distillery tour.
We've raised more than $1500 for a brilliant charity that helps cancer survivors. It's not too late to donate. Thanks to all those who have contributed.
Right, I'm off to the pub.