When we moved into this house I smoked only outside. Then, in the Scottish winter, I was allowed to smoke the pipe in the ‘utility’ room; which adjoins the kitchen, houses the dog and the washing machine, but is unheated.
Three or four Januaries ago I had abdominal surgery. The night after discharge she found me smoking in the utility room; it was 14.00 and below zero, and she told me to stop and come inside. I refused, telling her what a tough chap I was. She is a nurse, and very bossy too! (Does anyone else have this problem?), but buoyed up by post-op meds I stood my ground…..
Result!! I was then moved to the kitchen/dining room, where I erected my defences and have been smoking ever since (GH&Co Brown u/s in a 50’s Stanwell, as I type). I don’t smoke when she’s cooking, when the teenaged daughter is making brownies, or when we are eating.
A few days later, she came in and said "What's that your smokin'??". "1792 Flake," I said, expecting abuse. "That's what my grandad used to smoke," she said.
I married her soon after!