First, the good news. I haven't smoked. Wanted to very much yesterday though. After a few days of feeling like the worst was over, the craves came back, and it's a war of attrition all over again.
Not had a chance to update for a few days. It's all been a bit hectic at home. Mrs H still needs a lot of looking after, and my boy has been laid low with the dreaded lerg.
Also, had to spend time doing the new tiles in the bathroom, something I foolishly boasted I could do about nine hundred and eighty three years ago. Dr Smirnoff and his patented thought and sobriety remover have a lot to answer for.
After getting about six months grace, I ran out of well-crafted excuses as to why I couldn't do it at that particular moment, and Mrs. H started giving me that look.
I'm sure you all know the look of which I speak.
It's the one with the slightly raised left eyebrow, always accompanied by 15 seconds of deafening silence.
Thinking on it, I'm filled with quiet admiration that women have evolved to the point where they can say absolutely nothing, whilst conveying the implicit message that the time has come for Mister to make good on his promise, or wake up the next morning to see his wife sporting a shiny new testicle-shaped pair of earrings.
I'm eating everything in sight as well, much more of this and I'm going to have to start exercising. I've decided to start my own online cookery class. Am going to use you guys as guinea-pigs if you don't mind. Stay tuned for further info on that.
Onwards and upwards.