Mother on Sunday

You learn something new every day.

I knew my father smoked when he was a young man. It would have been unusual for him not to. In the Fifties, after all, 80 per cent of men were smokers.

He gave up around the time I was born but I don't think he was ever a heavy smoker.

At work for example it is said he would light a cigarette and after a couple of puffs he'd leave it smouldering in the ashtray on his desk.

My mother however never smoked. Or so I thought.

Today she told me she was indeed a smoker but gave up "when I left school".

News to me!