The 28. Day

We slept late this morning (until noon, which is record for me). So there was no time to make blueberry pancakes, which is a shame as B. brought us a can of original Canadian Maple syrup! So B. was off for some more London sightseeing and we decided to get breakfast from The Teapot café and walk it Horniman Park.

There we found a nice bench, had breakfast and S. had his well-deserved cigar.

We also took Albee with us, just in case.

What a lovely, sunny day in London. A bit of cigar smoke, too, but that won't hurt.

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On the way to the park S. said that he thought he deserved some praise about how good he is, and a bit of talking about how well he is doing and how the flat smelled these days.

He received his rightful assortment of praises. The flat smells nice and fresh, the washed clothes smell great and so does he. I told him all this, in detail.

He smiled.

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I didn't know a cigar takes so long to smoke. Or did it just seem long? I wasn't impatient or anything like that, this is a purely observational comment. S. enjoyed it a lot.

A kid tried to approach us when S. lit the cigar, but his Dad guided him away from us. That was a bit funny.

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S. announced that he would like to receive another cigar after another month is done. Agreed.

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I asked him how many times he had tried to quit before my time. He said I shouldn't call it "trying to quit", but  "quit". He said he quit for a half year in his early twenties. He then went out for a coffee with a friend and the friend needed a bit of an emotional boost and advice. So his first cigarette after six months was a solidarity smoke. Which got him back onto smoking. For another 13 years.

But that was then.

Now is NOW.

It's been a month today, when he last smoked a cigarette.

CONGRATULATIONS, S.!

HATS OFF TO YOU. I AM VERY PROUD OF YOU.