Hidden away in a kitchen cupboard was a pack of cigarettes.
The night I planned to have my last smoke I had almost a full pack. It seemed such a waste for them not to be smoked. I mean, cigarettes are bloody expensive these days.
Anyway, that pack has sat there for a little over two weeks.
On occasion, at weaker moments, I’ve felt it calling me.
Tonight I decided, enough. The pack is now in the bin, with exactly the same number of cigarettes in the pack as when I put them away.
What I can’t quite figure out, is why I kept them at all.