I've come down with one of those "man flu" colds this week, and it's managed to light one of the worst types of cravings!
Basically, I've been through the sore throat, streaming eyes and then splitting headaches over the weekend, and, feeling cheated out of my day off ill, took today as a sickie to get myself properly fit. But lying on the sofa, with a cuppa and the pc, I have the most horrible feeling that this would be a perfect day to enjoy some free time with a fag. I think I need to go to the supermarket to buy some crisps, so I have another unhealthy treat instead. I'm NOT going to be beaten after almost 50 days dammit!!!