Or don't. Even if you have got them.
I seem to have accidentally given up smoking. I'm not entirely sure how. I'm not even entirely sure why. Apart from the obvious: cancer, heart disease, wrinkles, yada yada.
It's not the most obvious time to give up, when going through enormous Life Events. This week has been interesting so far. I have discovered many things about myself. Things like: I really am a Waitrose person given the choice. And that having a back yard makes me inordinately happy. And that not having the internet sucks balls. Really badly. And that I can live without SKY TV. And that I quite like planting things in pots on the offchance that they will grow into bigger things. And that as long as my cat is happy then I can deal with pretty much anything. And that having a dog in the office is beyond awesome. BEYOND AWESOME.
And now I appear to be learning that I can go six days without cigarettes and it's not actually that bad. In fact, if you just keep telling yourself you'll have one later if you still want it, then you'll find that you're pretty much OK without them.
It's a funny old world.