I quit smoking on 31 January, 2005, nearly two years ago. When someone asks whether I smoke, I say I'm a non-smoker - not an ex-smoker, a non-smoker. And yet, there are times when, if someone offered me a smoke, I'd really have to work to say 'no thanks, I don't smoke.' Now and then, a cigarette would taste so good. I've had two slips since I quit; at an industry awards night, and again at an industry conference, both earlier this year. Had there been another smoker at work today, there could have been another one. It's spring in Australia - though a warm, near-summerlike spring, with hot afternoons, and I was alone at work, with not much to do. Just the sort of day that, once upon a time, would have seen me out the back of the office. Shady patch, shoes off, enjoying the cool pavers under my bare feet, half doing tai chi while smoking (not kidding)... No more smoking. Bad me for even thinking it.

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