When I was young and single and living in East Africa playing tennis and squash at a largely ex-pat club, I used to participate enthusiastically in the time-honoured tradition of the sundowner. Before going out for the evening, a 'wee snifter' in the bath, to get me in the mood! I'm not proud of the amount of G&T I managed to sink. I now know that I should not have been driving my little blue Beetle, but in the 60s, we knew little about the effects of alcohol on driving - if anything, I believed I was an even better driver with a few drinks inside me. Pregnancy stopped me in my tracks - I lost my taste for booze and back in UK with small children we couldn't afford to indulge, though there was the occasional bottle of Hirondelle (remember that?). Nowadays, I never drink alone, though when I go to visit my DS1's family, a glass is thrust into my hand almost as soon as I arrive. I can, as they say, take it or leave it.