Wednesday, 5 December 2012

A sign of the times... or just my time?

At 8.00am this morning I was standing on my patio having my first cigarette of the day. When I had finished it I returned inside via the back door just as Mr Blue was coming down the stairs, wearing his underpants and a scruffy T-shirt. I held the door open to usher him outside, mistaking him for the dog that I haven't owned for three years.

It was a normal cigarette.

A sign of the times indeed.