I bought a packet of cigarettes today.
It’s a filthy habit, I know. What’s worse, I haven’t smoked for the best part of 30 years.
And I paid over the odds – ten quid for a packet of fags!
So why did I do it?
Well, actually, they’re not for me, they’re for my children.
The plan is for them to take the cigarettes to school.
Not for a crafty one behind the bike shed.
In fact I doubt whether you could smoke the cigarettes in question, even if you wanted to – which I don’t.
They’re the best part of sixty years old. I bought them in an auction in Jersey where they have a special significance.
For the Islanders it was the first heady taste of freedom – in one case at least they were presumably just too good to smoke.
My packet of cigarettes will be a fascinating exhibit for my children’s class to discuss at Show & Tell.
This post is the first of what may become a regular contribution from Mike, formerly permitted to appear here only as Blog Fodder.