A classic twin moment... cigarette n poo!
I can’t stop thinking about smoking. It’s crept up on me and now I imagine if I had a cigarette all strains, stresses, anxiety , exhaustion would ebb away as I look into the horizon and puff away. In this moment I am alone and all is quiet! Well tonight I had some childcare and decide to take L for games on portmeadow with D - rare ‘just-us-three-time’. It all unfurls not quite to plan, I’d forgotten about a lesson L has and D bumps into a friend who has a boat. D skips off and is found drinking a beer. But I have the bright idea that he could extract himself from his happy moment and bicycle L to his lesson. He agrees on the promise he’ll be back. Anyway suddenly I have a surprise, stolen moment all of my own... it’s the most beautiful warm summers evening and I am with Ds lovely friends sitting in a sort of tented gazebo at the end of their wood panelled Dutch barge looking down the Thames, with glass of red wine in hand. They both smoke. And I just can’t resist my first cig...