This is my first bash at trying to give up. Truth is, I don't exactly know why; I really, really enjoy smoking.
Well, OK, there's the money bit. And our first child is on the way, and I don't want to be setting a bad example. And every visit of my nieces is punctuated at some point with 'your uncle is just going to go and, um, count the knotholes on next door's shed'.
So perhaps that's enough, actually. Why couldn't I do that without typing it here.
BECAUSE I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY WANT TO GO DOWNSTAIRS TO THE GARDEN! RIGHT NOW!
23.75 hours, and don't I know it. And I know there are 19 of the little buggers on the kitchen cupboard waiting for me to cave in... I HAVEN'T HAD THE LAST ONE YET! I JUST WENT TO BED, THAT'S ALL!
Aagh. Sorry to disturb your peace, chaps.