I am sorely tempted...

..to have a cigarette, now that Nur's back, trailing a carton of fags in her wake. It wasn't so hard while she was away, as there was no smoking paraphanalia in the house, and I couldn't easily slip out for a pack as I was looking after Angus. Now, though, it's much more difficult. I keep telling myself that smoking and craving a smoke are mere illusions, the bodily equivalent of someone seeing a mirage in a desert. Still hard to prevent myself crawling towards wadi-al-ciggy, though.