Cigarettes in Herbal Hill

As fellow ex-smoker Chris & I were walking down Herbal Hill this afternoon (after lunch with fellow ex-smoker Dan), we happened upon the largest pile of fag-ends I’ve seen since, well, our own collective ashtrays on an average night in our smoking years. And then to St Georges, where patients in gowns paced around the carpark in the freezing cold, desperate to up their nicotine levels before returning to
hospitalization.  All familiar territory – but god, am I glad it’s over.