The first of three tempting moments occurred today. They only last 10 minutes each but whilst they are happening it can be a difficult time. Some people throw away all smoking paraphernalia to rid the house of temptation, whilst others leave a cigarette or two hanging around to torture themselves and demonstrate their ability to transcend the physical world and take the fight to a more cerebral arena. I just forgot that I had a cigarette sat on the kitchen window sill.
Self: I reckon I could have a couple of puffs on that, just enough to take the edge off.
Self: Go ahead - if you want to have just wasted the last 5 days.
Self: Just one draw then, you deserve to have a few endorphins racing around your head.
Self: Virtue is its own reward - No!
Self: I need one for my sanity. Look, I'm turning into a sanctimonious old git.
Lucy (aged 4): Can I have my bubbles Daddy?
Self: Be strong!
Lucy: Can I have my bubbles Daddy?
The conversation went on for five minutes or so (I must stress this was in my head and not out loud) and by the time I had convinced myself that I should stick to my commitment, endorphins or not, Lucy had grabbed a chair pulled it over to the sink, grabbed her bubbles off the window sill and casually knocked the last remaining cigarette into the sink.
Problem solved.
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