There was an old lady called Pen
who tried hard to write now and then.
Her mind, oh so fickle,
got her in a pickle.
She never went typing again.
Just kidding. It will be five days before we can afford to smoke, so my brain is getting addled. I am trying not to complain but I cannot prevent the many sighs that escape from me. The newly polished ashtrays are casting me grateful glances. Little do they know that if we give up smoking, their days will be numbered. I am on a coffee induced high at the moment….sigh! Dinner is seven hours away and it is only when I cannot smoke that I realise how hard it is to get through the day without their evil little support. Maybe now is a good time to give up but even the thought makes me feel sad.