Thursday December 4th 2014
This is bold new
territory for me. And it seems wholly inappropriate and
altogether totally inadequate to just call it "Day Two."
And with such a pathetic, un-resounding sort of name
it's no wonder I don't remember having actually survived
a Day Two before, except perhaps in more imaginative
moments while being interrogated by the Medical
Perhaps too, after one
whole day, an entire thirty and a half hours, I might now be
in a position to better understand the mood and world view
of the Non-Smoker. A generous if rather unseemly percentage
of our population, who are fitter, better educated and
wealthier, I'm told. Either way, there's a Toad Stool in
Junk Gully I've got to go shout at. It's the sort of thing
we Non-Smokers do, apparently.