Morning all, day 2 dawns.
Have fallen out with the OH over finances and we aren't speaking. He told me yesterday to go buy some tobacco - bloody cheek (but in a selfish way he has a point). I can, and will, do this without him... it will just be very quiet round here for the next week.
'Here lies the woman with golden hair
murdered and in her grave
killed by the son of a coal burner
because she wanted to live.'
This is from a story about a woman whose life-force was taken from her but continued to grow from her grave even though she was seemingly without life... it shows we will always somehow find the strength to fight suppression of our life force by nicotine (and anything else!).