Close to the square where I lunch, there is another, kind of hidden little square where only people with a chimney fetish seem to be allowed to go. They sit there in the sun, puffing away big silver clouds of smoke, sometimes it looks like a thick fog.
This is my prison cel view. Hopefully it will be over by Friday when we're planning to move. My manager thinks it can be done in 1 morning. I'm taking bets. The odds for a successful move in 1 morning are 1:100 :-)
