
Thankfully I became aware of my predicament and was able to swiftly take action.
It is not easy mind you.
My mind, as always, is racing all over the place.
In a bid to avoid going completely numb as the early stages of what feels like hyperthermia set my body has taken shivering to Olympic Games levels.
Which if I were to be sitting outside in the middle of winter I could understand.
But I am not.
I am sitting outside as the first month of summer draws to an end. Since when did 13.3 degrees and dropping become an approved summer's night temperature?
So why am I sitting outside when it is ridiculously cold I hear you ask.
Well that is a very good question, sadly with not the greatest of answers.
About this time last year I started smoking again.
Yeah, terrible I know. It was only meant to be one, and then only one packet and then only for one month and now only for one year. I have to do whatever it takes to stop.