Wine, women, no song

I had dinner with Heather and George this evening. Great to be with the girls (G is most definitely a girl, her husband is happy to confirm). Poor Heather seemed keen to hear work stories for a while then announced it is 6 months since she left. Hmmm. Did we bore her? She left at 10 leaving Georgie and me to finish the group therapy. Less laughter this evening, perhaps life is stressy for George right now... Seems so.

Tonight was my first drink since the race, I seem to have lost the taste for it. Has my body become a temple? Oh boy.