caused by the paroxysms of coughing brought on by those very special early morning cigarettes. These nosebleeds had recently become part of my daily routine. Joyce had already given me the usual lecture about what smoking was doing to my health. It went in one ear and, presumably because there was nothing to impede its flow, straight out of the other.
I knew that smoking was killing me anyway, all the nagging did was to make me feel even more stupid than I already felt – it just seemed to increase my dependency on cigarettes.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to stop I knew