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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