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Boxer Insane
Oh, No....Do you know what I'm in big need of some help....I'm digusted with myself...You might all know of my quest to give up the fags..I've been a smoker for 30 years, quite heavy I'd say, I was smoking 20 - 30 a day...I stopped on the 7th January, and have been so proud of myself, not a puff have I had for three whole weeks...If you have never smoked, you won't know how hard it's been..I've suffered, I've been to social occasions, and though I've been tempted, I've had an iron will and resisted...I've had lighted fags waved under my nose, and though I've wanted, oh so badly to have a puff, just one puff, I didn't give in....'Till today..I'd better tell you how my weekend has been before I tell you of how bad I've been...
With all this extra cash, me and the old man have from not feeding the old nicotine monster, I've been out on a spending spree...I bought a beautiful new double oven, and a new slate floor for the kitchen...Today, the old man has been attempting to lay the new floor....Because of the way our home is laid out, me and Millie have been trapped in the living room, unable to move, as all the contents of the kitchen are blocking the hallway, fridge, washing machine, dryer, and said new oven are stopping us from getting anywhere (including the bathroom)..Oh I so want a wee!!!, and I'm hungry, and dying for a cup of tea...
The old man is taking up the whole place with an assortment of very loud power tools, and a temper so vile, that me and Mills are quaking, as he effs and blinds out there to the sound of breaking slate.....I decided to do the ironing, and make my forced 'imprisonment' at least productive if not enjoyable...Well that was the idea...Faced with a weeks worth of ironing, a full bladder, and dying of starvation, while shaking at the racket he's making on the other side of the door, and wondering if I will have any kitchen appliances left, after his temper has died down.. I plugged in my steam generator iron, that is only four weeks old...And the bugger blew up!!!..So there I was with a mountain of crumpled clothes on the sofa a dead iron,, a Boxer that is bored stiff, and looking for a way to make mischief, and, me still in my dressing gown, unable to get to the bedroom, even to get a pair of clean knickers.....I delved in my pocket to find a tissue, to wipe my eyes of the tears that were threatening to spill out...And what do I find??...A lighter, and two fags!!!!..You can guess the rest....I lit up, It stunk so bad, and made me all light headed...But I smoked not one, but both of those nasty, two stale fags...I'm so sad, I've bawled my eyeballs out at my weakness..I'm not an ex smoker anymore, and am back to day one...How stupid am I???...I hate the old man at the moment..It's all his fault..I feel tempted to go punch his lights out for pushing me so far that I've given in!!
With all this extra cash, me and the old man have from not feeding the old nicotine monster, I've been out on a spending spree...I bought a beautiful new double oven, and a new slate floor for the kitchen...Today, the old man has been attempting to lay the new floor....Because of the way our home is laid out, me and Millie have been trapped in the living room, unable to move, as all the contents of the kitchen are blocking the hallway, fridge, washing machine, dryer, and said new oven are stopping us from getting anywhere (including the bathroom)..Oh I so want a wee!!!, and I'm hungry, and dying for a cup of tea...
The old man is taking up the whole place with an assortment of very loud power tools, and a temper so vile, that me and Mills are quaking, as he effs and blinds out there to the sound of breaking slate.....I decided to do the ironing, and make my forced 'imprisonment' at least productive if not enjoyable...Well that was the idea...Faced with a weeks worth of ironing, a full bladder, and dying of starvation, while shaking at the racket he's making on the other side of the door, and wondering if I will have any kitchen appliances left, after his temper has died down.. I plugged in my steam generator iron, that is only four weeks old...And the bugger blew up!!!..So there I was with a mountain of crumpled clothes on the sofa a dead iron,, a Boxer that is bored stiff, and looking for a way to make mischief, and, me still in my dressing gown, unable to get to the bedroom, even to get a pair of clean knickers.....I delved in my pocket to find a tissue, to wipe my eyes of the tears that were threatening to spill out...And what do I find??...A lighter, and two fags!!!!..You can guess the rest....I lit up, It stunk so bad, and made me all light headed...But I smoked not one, but both of those nasty, two stale fags...I'm so sad, I've bawled my eyeballs out at my weakness..I'm not an ex smoker anymore, and am back to day one...How stupid am I???...I hate the old man at the moment..It's all his fault..I feel tempted to go punch his lights out for pushing me so far that I've given in!!