Out with a friend ( who I may say has never smoked and doesn't know I smoked). As I left her at the top of my street, the corner shop was calling, a brief moment came across my mind to buy a packet, and just have one.
The urge was increasing as I opened my little front door, the urge is without doubt still there, but holding tight for now, I'm sat in the little naughty corner telling my self this will pass, I be learned from previous failed quits, this is the difference, so early night for me
tomorrow will be better