As I have got to get back to decorating the marble hallway, grand staircase and spacious landing of Pudding Towers, all I have for you today is this funny picture that I just found on the internet. Behind our chuckles and smiles, there is always some psychology. Here, the old lady is cocking a snook at health advice - proving that the doom-laden "smoking kills" warnings clearly didn't apply to her. She's also blasé about the special occasion - as if to say, "Screw you suckers, I need a cigarette!"
All of us are growing older, day by day, moving inevitably to the end of this conveyor belt we call life. Though I am vehemently anti-smoking, I applaud the old lady's apparent spirit and when we lose that spirit, that zest for life surely we might as well be dead anyway. Talking about zest for life...where's my paintbrush? Her ladyship (not the one in the photo!) will be expecting progress when she returns from playing Florence Nightingale at the local health centre. Onwards and upwards.