Morning Julie, come in, the door's open.

Paula, you've got to help me.

Oh my god Julie you look dreadful, you're shaking and you look as pale as a ghost.

I need a fix, Paula and I've none in the house but I know you've got a stash.

You told me you'd given it up.

I have. It's been a whole week and I've coped really well. I've done everything you told me to do, kept really busy to take my mind off it but I just haven't got your willpower, Paula. It's so hard.

Julie if I can do it then so can you. It's been three weeks now and I think I've finally kicked the habit. Sit down and I'll make us a cup of tea. I know how bad you're feeling. I've been through withdrawal symptoms too, don't forget but I assure you it will pass. It's just mind over matter. We'll talk it through, here drink the tea.

I can't Paula, my hands are shaking so much I can't even lift the cup. I know you've got some in the house, please go and get it, I beg you, I feel terrible.

Oh well, all right, I'll get it and I'll join you just this once and then I'm throwing the stuff away so I won't be tempted again ... here you have the kit kat and I'll have the snickers.