Man, I knew it was bad last time, but I really thought the old bod may have been a bit kinder to me this time, especially since I have a better and more positive mental attitude than before.

I am now on day four of not smoking and I think death would have felt better than I did yesterday. Friday was my quit day and it was tough, real tough, but I was on quite a high because I still had nicotine in my system and was able to nibble my way through the day without having a smoke at all.

Saturday we went into town by train, trawled the shops and everywhere I went there were people smoking all over. I was going to do the gum, but didn't bother after hubby (who quite with me) said it was making his stomach bad. I don't need that thanks, so I just did the cold turkey thing.

Anyway, finally found Twin Town which I have been after for ages as we had it on video and wanted it on DVD, so that was good. Had a nice greasey fry up at our fav cafe in Leicester and generally sloped about because we were both full of fluff, but you have to entertain a 2 year old come hell or high water and that is not easy when he has got you up every night for a week in the early hours and you are withdrawing from nicotine, but heck when he gives you that smile and hugs you, none of it matters anymore. Giving up just to see him have a better chance of seeing his mum watch him grow up, get married and have his own kids is incentive enough.

However, it was still crap. My stomach was in knots and my head was numb, my body ached and cried at me, but I did not give in.

Sunday was the worst day ever, but we compensated by going on a cruise. It was a bit rainy in parts, but I enjoyed it. Normally I sit outside int he bow (If i am not steering) and smoke my way through the journey and entertain the little one, but yesterday I just sat and enjoyed the view and felt pretty good about myself and are a large of pork scratchings instead, at 8.30 in the morning too!

You know why we were so flippin early. I'll tell you why. Because of the arse who decided at 5.55am Sunday morning to chug past at great speed shouting at the top of his voice,. I won't name and shame, but let's just say if they sunk tomorrow, I and a lot of other people would be pleased about it because the arse of a man only uses the boat he has to party on, and there are usually beer bottles lolling about. He's a piece of sh*t, I don't mind telling you.

Anyway he really ticked us off given that we had had little sleep as it was and then being woken up at 6am on a Sunday by this twat was more than I needed. I hope he sinks, I really do.

So we thought we may as well go off on a cruise, pump out and get water as well, so we made a day of it. It was nice and very relaxing, if not busy. I am feeling more despodant every week with how busy it seems to be getting and how many seem to be coming on, but very few leaving. It really is one long line of moored boats these days, but man why do they all have to either speed or party? I know canals are fun too, but my weekends are my time to enjoy the canals properly and I have to put up with idiots who are drunk and speeding. I hope this isn't a sign of things to come because the canals will just be littered with unlicensed sail aways. Great!

Well, yes, I am narked, and yes, not smoking is helpig that anger, but I am getting a bit fed up with all these flippin party animals. I wish they would go somewhere else.

Deep breath....................................better. Still, all in all, it was a pleasant weekend and we enjoyed getting out and about. Day four is here, and it is tough going. I really did feel yesterday than my head would explode. That permnantly restless feeling is awful, and I will be very happy when that stops so I can finally start enjoying not smoking instead of feeling annoyed with it.

Rant over!!!!!! You can all come out now