I am not a smoker.
Once I was *shuffles her feet embarassed like*
But I am not anymore *smiles*
I went to lunch to celebrate the 1st anniversary of the arrival of my Godson JJ today. His Nan smokes.
Now it smells like I do, though I have changed my clothes and everything.
It’s not lovely, even though I used to think it was.
It doesn’t taste lovely either.
I detest the smell of stale smoke and the way it lingers like that. One of the best and most immediate motivators never to start smoking.