Bah! Bah! Bah!
Day 16 of CT and I failed.
Went to a gig with my (smoking) brother. Managed to spend the whole night on the smoking terrace avoiding the blasted weed but gave in on the way home and have now smoked 4 fags in an hour.
It was the bloody mind game crap: "I'm a smoker forever who am I kidding."
Back to square one, but I'm not sure how I should deal with the same situation next time around.