Apparently, a graveyard is waaaay too confined a space to cut smokers a bit of slack.
(My granddad fought the Nazis, you know.)
Thick end of the wedge
Gruts
casting nasturtiums
Apparently, a graveyard is waaaay too confined a space to cut smokers a bit of slack.
(My granddad fought the Nazis, you know.)
In my former life as a dirty smoker, I attended a family christening. When I sparked up in church, I got some very funny looks from the assembled masses. I shall say 'holy smoke' before you do.