Day 11 - morning

Disaster. We drank a bottle of sparkling wine and then I had one of VB's Gauloise roll ups. Yes. A battle lost. Inevitable feelings of self-loathing. Wife was very good. She resisted. Oh well. I need to think of it like a joint or a drunken cigarette at a party. This is not an excuse to abandon the struggle.

This is still Day 11. I'll be damned if I'm going back to Day 1.