Cougher Hoxhas

It's been a long couple of weeks, and I've gone from employed to unemployed, car-expectant to not, to new driver (honda civic, dull-but-indestructable). I've also found out I need to put in a new kitchen - the very thought of which makes me want to light twenty cigarettes at once.

I can't say I've stayed smoke free for the duration of the last two weeks, but inhaling has been confined to periods of imbibing. the thing is, those periods have been fairly frequent.

I'm waiting on a job offer today. I could be in the back garden puffing away on these little darlings - Albanian smokes - but without the lubrication of alcohol, my lungs seem happy to go without.

And how did the Albanians get here? My old boss came to visit last Thursday. He kept up our tradition of bringing each other native cigarettes from wherever we've been to visit. Since his family nipped into Albania for the day during their Italian ten days, he remembered to nip in to a tobacconist to keep up the routine.

Of course I smoked them, with wine. Who could resist?