Day 2 - evening

Home again. Deep breathing as I entered the house. Haven't yelled at anyone yet (which would be unusual even ifI was smoking).

I was very hollow when I came in and I must confess to a certain amount of snacking. Bread and saucisson. Very nice as it happens. Glass of fruit juice so feeling in rather rude health as I write this.

There's yelling in the distance. I am blissfully in another room. Still I must go and bathe the children. The fog rises in the chest at the thought of it.

'Who'd have thought the old man had so much smoke in him.'