2 O'clock in the morning. Kitchen table covered in empty wine bottles and still full glasses. Husband has gone to bed in despair at the drunken state of me and friend.
Friend (who is a seriously light-weight smoker, 2 - 3 a month, (sod)) asks if I would mind if he had a fag. No says I, mentally cursing the fact that actually I'm only being polite and I REALLY REALLY DON'T WANT HIM TO SMOKE!
Out come the cigs and as if in a dream I say "oh, go on I'll have one too". He hands me a cig, and a lighter. Oh it's feels lovely. Nice little ciggie back in the hand where it should be. mmmmmmm
Are you sure asks friend?
Me: Yup........ well maybe not..... no perhaps I won't..... no in fact def. not.
I hand the cigarette and lighter back and carry on the more serious business of destroying my brain via alcohol instead!
YES YES YES. How smug do I feel!!!