Well I’m now 6 weeks smoke free. The anxiety had subsided until this morning when I awoke with that terrible feeling that I’ve forgotten something really bloody important! On the way to work I popped into the 24 hour garage thinking, what the hell is it I’ve forgotten?!?!? I felt that feeling of anxious déjà vu that a 24 hour garage had some significance. I glanced at a cheap bunch of flowers wilting in a bucket and felt a sort of jolt in my stomach. Was the car due its service? I went into the supermarket to pick up my daily meal deal where I was immediately met with an array of Easter Eggs meticulously arranged in a giant pyramid. I’m pretty sure it’s not Easter yet so I haven’t forgotten that as it’s not quite time to remember. I’ll wait for that one until it’s time to forget until the last minute.
I’m pretty sure giving up smoking has affected my memory somewhat. Before I gave up I had a strict routine of buying fags first thing in the morning then once I had my fix my mind would be reeling and double checking everything so no one could accuse me of only ever thinking about myself. Since giving up smoking I am so preoccupied with not smoking that I seem to forget a lot lately. And why is there a giant bouquet of red roses in reception? This is a very strange day. Oh, and I see Barbara in accounts has relapsed on the milk tray again. Seems I’m not the only one struggling with New Year’s resolutions today.