How can the funeral of a colleague who died suddenly of cancer, aged only 68, just before Christmas make me crave a cigarette? There is no logic in this at all! Happy to say that I resisted with the help of my trusty blackcurrant and liquorice drops and the NOPE mantra. I had really expected today to be a walk in the park, being at work, surrounded by non-smokers, yet somehow today I seem to have had more 'wobbly moments' than at home with my partner's cigarettes lying around. This quit is teaching me more about myself - quite possibly that I am simply perverse!
Hope that Jim and Mina (and Vicki too if she is still with us) are getting through day five without too much difficulty. Is there a symbol for a metaphorical glass of champagne which we can award ourselves on Wednesday night?