.... makes seven weeks, doesn't it?
It was at around 11 o'clock on April 1st that I took that packet of
benson and Hedges from my ****rt pocket, and chucked it into the doctor's
wastepaper basket.
So here it is , seven weeks of not breathing in foul smoke, and feeling
a good deal better for it.
That nasty little demon creature hasn't appeared once so far today. He
was looking real miserable and a little frightened last time he showed
up, last evening when I was happily putting away some Scotch.
Now for the 2 months milestone....
--
Ian
