Decided to go with friends down to our local pub on Friday night. Went great while out, thought about it a few times but nothing I couldn't handle. Then when I came home after quite a few alcoholic drinks the nicotine demon was raging at me. Worst of all my daughter is back home living with us and she smokes. I was like a child that wanted candy only to be told no. I jumped and screamed and said all sorts of things grrrrrrrrr
Luckily my daughter was very firm with me and sent me to bed. Moral to the story ' you never know when that nicotine demon in going to rare his ugly head. So pleased I didn't smoke and have to go through it again