Its been coming. I've felt the stirrings of the monster the last few days after the the discovery of husbands fall. Not his fault, not his responsibility to stay quit to help me quit. I know, I know, I tell myself that every day. And how good it is to be quit. And all the tips and hints. But here I sit. He is out at a 'do'. I am alone, doing good but feeling pretty shaky about not having one puff ever. Decide to do the washing. There in his jeans are 20 Malboro lights. Winking at me. I've had a look and a sniff. I'm tempted. I'm hoping this forum still works its old magic and will hold off till someone rescues me.