Today should have been temptation morning.
I…
… was told in no uncertain times by Mrs 16 that she got no sleep last night as a result of my restlessness and snoring 😯 . (early morning grumpy relationship stress)
… noticed a rear wheel puncture as I was leaving the 16 household (late for work stress)
… coped with my six year old enthusiastically pinching essentials from my puncture repair kit whilst yelling utterly random advice at me and flicking water in my face (not now, son, I’m concentrating stress)
… stood outside with six floors of office people during a fire drill. Most of the ones near me were smoking and going “ooh, that’s better” (odour trigger craving stress)
I squared up to evil Dr. Cig, looked him straight in the face, squinted my eyes Clint Eastwood style and grunted: “no way, punk, you’re not taking me down this time…”
* is chuffed *