MY SECRET ADDICTION NEARLY KILLED ME

Dressed in a smart suit jacket and skirt, I sat behind my desk at the bathroom sales office where I had worked for the past six months. As a customer walked through the door, I stood up with a smile plastered on my face and talked them through their bathroom design options. I was, to them and my colleagues, an image of professionalism.

But as soon as the customer had left, I headed towards the door myself. ‘Just popping out for a fag break,’ I told my colleagues. I unlocked my car door and climbed inside, carefully checking around the car park to make sure that nobody could see me.