I bought a packet of 10 Woodbines for 4/6 when I was about 16. I shared it with friends on a coach trip and then decided that I couldn't afford that sort of money, and never bought anymore.
I was also rather put off by my grandmother. In the 1950s they had a TV, a company car, and a daily woman. This meant that they were quite posh and she was always very smartly dressed. However she also smoked and was rarely seen without a fag hanging on her bottom lip, which ruined the whole effect. This actually had more effect on me that living with my chain smoking father.
Water butt in a small terraced garden


