February 9, 2011
It was lovely getting that sign from H. today..The whiff of cigarette smoke in the air, so unmistakable...as I walked on the hill in the grey late afternoon. I looked around, but there was no one else in the vicinity smoking; there were no other people on the hill... He did love his cigarettes. Especially the strong French ones. When he gave up smoking after his operation, he said he missed it still and even savioured watching actors puffing away in films...So now he can smoke to his heart's content, where he is now, and he's fine.