Yes, I am still alive. I've come to the conclusion that I am a fair weather blogger - literally. I don't really blog in the winter. I don't know why. It's not that I get down in the winter. Well, maybe a little. I mean English winters are long and dark. It's enough to get anyone down, but I honestly I don't walk around depressed. I guess I just get quiet. Well, the sun is shining and I'm feeling inspired. I actually have loads of book reviews and recipes already written and ready for days I feel less than inspired. Maybe with a little luck, when the next grey dark winter arrives, I'll be so used to blogging, it will stay a part of my routine. I know I've said it before, but I'm back (for now).
I quit smoking when I moved to the UK, mainly because I promised my husband I would. I did it for him, but not because I wanted to. I enjoyed smoking. I missed it, but quit successfully for many years until I went through a stressful time and started again. My relapse lasted over a year. The whole time, I was ashamed of myself. I hated the smell. I hated how I felt, I hated the health risks and I hated my lack of willpower. I've known a few people who have tried e-cigarettes. I was a skeptic. I thought it was going from one habit to another. The people I knew that tried it, always had it and were constantly sucking on it. It seemed to me they were more addicted to it then they were cigarettes. I don't know any smokers that constantly had a cigarette in their hand. Then in January, I saw a piece about it on the BBC News. I watched with interest thinking they were going to say that they have found it to be harmful. What they said was quite the o