366 days of gratitude

My father smoked when he was serving in the army but he was a Scot and gave up when he had to pay retail prices for cigarettes.

That was long before I was born and I grew up knowing my parents as non-smokers.

In spite of that they had an ashtray in the sitting room. In those days smokers wouldn’t have thought of asking permission to smoke and non-smokers wouldn’t have thought of refusing them had they asked.

That slowly changed but even though I hated the smell that clung to clothes and furniture it took me a while to realise that I had the right to send smokers outside.

Thankfully now I don’t know any smokers who’d light up in other people’s houses and they aren’t permitted to smoke in inside public places.

Today I’m grateful that I don’t have to put up with other people’s smoke.

3 Responses to 366 days of gratitude

  1. Mr E says:

    My Mother got cancer – gave up smoking immediately.
    My Father was slower to learn the lesson, but eventually got there.

    I was worse – I started smoking after my parents quit, but gave up less than a year later. There were many reasons to quit, including filters and plastic popping up in my washing.
    Giving up was easy for me. I never looked back. I wouldnt dream of even trying a smoke again these days.

    I remember the days of venturing out for dinner or a beer and being forced to wash stinky clothes.

    There was an expectation that the pub would have a thick haze as you entered.

    I am also pleased those days are gone.

  2. Freddy says:

    Indoor bowls down at the Settlers hall on a winters night, if you were above average height your head was literally in the clouds.
    Great atmosphere and loads of fun.

  3. Will says:

    My old man has smoked constantly his whole life, and drinks appalling rubbish. He’s 81 and seems fine. It’s not fair.

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