Day one

So let's be fair about this. I went out to the garden this morning to pick up all the butts we'd left, along with a bottle of wine and some burned out tea lights. A large collection of cigarette butts is guaranteed to remind me what a disgusting habit it is.

Until the next time I'm drinking, or on the phone to my mother.

I'm 42, my DNA says I'm destined for heart disease, I'm sick of having a grey tongue.

If I keep this diary, then surely I CAN do it.

Wish me luck.