These patches get everywhere.
I've just this moment remembered its Fathers Day so...er...hello Dad.
Also went to see Cocteau's Orphee today for a change from football and to catch up with JJ and his missus.
When the Orpheus character is hanging around in the bedroom of Death, Death kindly orders cigarettes and champagne to be sent up to him. I felt a big twinge of envy. Lucky sod. (He also starts drinking when he pops back to see his wife for no apparent reason)
I feel Orpheus-like at the moment drifting into strange dreams involving lovely beers and the occasional fag.
Better have a nice cuppa for the twentieth time today and bumble on.
The Quit-o-meter reads as - 2m 1w 2d 13:46 smoke-free, 1,770 cigs not smoked, £205.32 saved, 6d 03:30 life saved.
I like the look of that £205.32. Where is it though?
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