Some of you may remember last October when I rather boldly announced that after 20 odd years of blissful addiction, I'd finally decided to stop smoking.
And many of you kindly reminded me of the painful torment of a cancerous death that awaited me should I fall off the fag wagon.
Well, next Wednesday will see the completion of my 6th entirely smoke free month. Whoop-de-doo. Never thought I'd see the day.
To celebrate, I'm taking the wife up Snowdon on Saturday. She'll enjoy that.