As of 9.30pm last night, I've been "off the fags", as my brother puts it, for an entire month.
I have no idea how. I have the will power of an alcoholic at a brewery. I had thought about quitting for a long time, but I hadn't really made any serious attempt before. No patches, no gum, no nicotine replacement at all.
Just sheer bloody mindedness and a determination not to go through the first few days again.
And, most importantly of all, no casualties. And I have been informed by impartial judges that I was NOT cranky.
Even I don't believe it, but it's true.
Couldn't get out of a one room building
13 hours ago