Lonely as a cloud...

I appear to have failed to smoke any cigarettes since last Friday. This oversight, aside from leading to some strange headaches, hot flushes, etc, has also left me quite a few pounds (cash money pounds, not the weight variety) better off, and, as I was strolling around at lunchtime today (in Windermere - but not this far on this occasion - rather than Birmingham today for a change) I also appear to have regained some sense of smell. I was able to detect at some distance the odour of chips and could also tell that the person sitting directly behind me on the train back to Oxenholme was eating beef flavour crisps (every silver lining has a cloud, eh.)