Been a difficult week because my dear doggy companion died on sunday and it's been a really sad time for all who knew her.
My bro-in law texted to say that he was sitting in the airport remembering happier times with tears streaming down his face and everyone was looking at him. I told him to go put some clothes on!
Looking on the bright side, I haven't really had an impulse to smoke. I THINK today I celebrate 4 weeks and am sticking tiny patches on each day but if I don't then I seem to feel a gaping hole inside so I'm likely still addicted.