Drinking at lunchtime... I wish

And as I get ready to put my overcoat on at the end of a busy week, I thought I'd muse for a second on the drinking I did this lunchtime.

Oh what joy to be allowed to drink as part of the job!

Very important meeting. Very important contacts. A table full of very senior gents (and a lady). Starters, main course plus cheese and biscuits. 12.30 sit down, best part of two hours to dine and discuss issues, successes and potential stories for the future.

I bet there was gin and tonic, Chablis and port, I almost hear you snort (or is it just myself snorting?)

Alas, pre-dinner drinks were tomato juice (with Worcester Sauce to splash in if sir wants). And with lunch there was still water. And coffee.

I felt like a drunkard in a desert of sobriety.

What is this modern world coming to?

(Excuse me now, for I'm phoning Mrs D to nip under the stairs and prepare some chilled vino for tonight.)