Herself wanted to buy a bottle of water.
So I had a pleasant couple of hours to spare in the village, where I sat out in the sun with my coffee and pipe, outside the coffee shop.
There was a nice couple at the table beside me. They were talking away, but I’m not the type to listen in. I just enjoy watching life go past.
However, as I lit the pipe, I couldn’t help but overhear them say what a pleasant smell pipe tobacco is. And they agreed that you don’t get the whiff as often these days.
So their conversation naturally turned to people they had known who smoked a pipe. Their Grandads! They started reminiscing about their childhoods and their granddads, and I didn’t listen in any more. Because it was none of my business.
But my simple act of lighting a pipe brought back memories for them. I hope they were pleasant memories.
So, far from being banned from places, I should be encouraged to enter. I should be allowed puff my pipe whenever I like. Because a pipe produces a pleasing aroma, and evokes memories.
I should be paid to smoke in pubs!!