'Enjoying' to sit in the smoking coach of a train on the way to Bremen, yesterday, I despised those smokers. Usually I am fairly tolerant but the whole coach was a bit smelly. I ended up thinking 'clever' things like
The problem with smoking is not that it kills but that it doesn't kill fast enough.
Back at my parents' house I could start enjoying the good old feeling of being cared for and carefully surveilled 24/7. Um.