In recent years, the UK as with other countries, have introduced strict no smoking laws.
Gone are the days when I sat in a restaurant, and a nearby smokers smoke drifted across my face.
Gone are the days I went into a bar and came out after an evening enjoying myself with colleagues or friends with my clothes smelling of cigarette smoke.
Gone are the days I walked down the railway platform following a smoker, my air space full of cigarette smoke, whilst the smoker was in fresh air.
Don’t take me wrong, I am not against smokers. As a reformed heavy smoker myself, I know the joy of a cigarette. Thirty years ago I gave up, but I still hunger for that same satisfaction on occasions.
The UK law restricts smoking in any public building or work space. This has resulted in workers having to stand outside the offices if they want to smoke, no matter what the weather is.
On the glass front entrance door can be found a notice:-
PLEASE DO NO SMOKE IN OR IN FRONT OF ENTRANCE
So what do the employees do? Go into the grounds of Norbiton Hall, and smoke there.
No problem, it is in the open, and some nicely maintained gardens.
But, why do they have to drop the FAG ENDS, the stubs, on the floor, stamping them out, and leaving them for other people to clear up.
I have a good mind to sweep them up and post them through the Clarendon House letter box.
I’m becoming a grumpy old man.