One of my earliest memories was being taken to the Dr’s with a hacking cough. The surgery was avocado green and Dr Dey smoked a pipe. He must’ve been in his 60’s or even 70’s then; he was the third Dr Dey that the village had had and I think his grandson became the fifth eventually.
I’m not suggesting this was a common thing in the early 1980’s, maybe it was more common in sleepy little villages in West Yorkshire than in the cities, but it has passed into family folklore and my Mum still comments on it when the opportunity arises. She still seems to be shocked by it, even after all these years.