Thats been my trigger this weekend. I always thought I enjoyed wrapping gifts. It actually turns out that I enjoyed topping up my nicotine levels in between parcels. Wrapping without smoking is a complete pain in the arse and totally mind numbingly boring. Of course, all of my gifts won't smell of ashtrays this year, and the gifts are nicer as I have more money. But still. I struggled. Oh, and can someone give me a bit of grounding over my reaction to finding out my husband smoked (he quit in April) on Friday night. At the moment I am in a complete panic that if he starts again I will eventually follow and that frightens me to absolute death.