Had an outraged phonecall this evening from sis-of-tattie. Apparently, I've stolen her thunder. She has come to an arrangement with her son that she'll try and give up fags for lent if he gives up chocolate. It was his idea to enter into the bargain - pretty savvy negotiating skills for a 5 year old. Well, he'll be 6 in just over an hour, but you know what I mean.
It's yet another example of how my sister is hard done by - as I said before, it was the bain of her adolescence that every time she got to do something, I'd end up doing it at the same time. Getting a stereo, going to discos, and now trying to give up the tabs. Sorry sis.
Mind you, I've managed to double-gazump you by quitting a day earlier. As long as I don't start again, I'll always be a non-smoker for at least a day longer than you.
As long as I don't start again.
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