I have been away in Devon for five day’s holiday and returning has been made bearable by the sight of my breathtaking overgrown sweet peas…even the ‘rogue’ nasturtiums, which I had planted thinking the sweets would be my usual pathetic show, are clashing in an acceptable way!
I have/had smoked since the age of 12, my parents used to offer me cigarettes, filterless Senior Service, and in my time I could have bought a mansion with the money spent. I have tried many times and methods to give up but to no avail until in 1999 The Allen Carr Method hit the ether. Went to London, did the sess, threw away my ‘last’ ciggy (spargebane was a nickname given to these weeds by my old friend G) and returned to life without. This lasted about three weeks, the critical time I’m told, and mea culpa, couldn’t hold out. Many attempts and years later, I woke up one morning feeling as though I was going to die. I rang the Allen Carr local phone number and insisted I got onto the course that was running that day. At last I saw the light and really realised that it was all in the brain. 
