Coughie Mornings

We sat around the table, me with my cup of tea, while the boys had their usual morning coffee, cigarette and wheech-up-the-way, to clear the lungs.


Anyhow, I came across a book a day or two prior that I used to read to them as they were growing up, called Tim Kipper.  With funny illustrations, the story was about a young lad who started smoking, which led to a consequential chimney growing from his head, with every puff he took.....!  Adam still remembered some of the verse and he saw that I was touched by this but saddened that he was now a smoker.


" I know, mum"  he sheepishly answered.  " But everywhere is adapting to the new laws.  Even long haul flights insist that smoking is strictly outside only."


" Well," sighed I, "that's something I suppo....."


If only there had been a book available back then to help recognise  the signs of future smart-fucking Alecs........
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