I live with my family on the ground floor flat in South East London. I’ve been in London for the past 20 years and have lived all over the city. During my time in the capital non-smoking policy in public places and restaurants was introduced and implemented, which meant that non-smokers could finally enjoy a cup of tea without being slowly and silently “killed” over that very cup of tea.
However, it looks that in my block of flats (3 buildings in total) non-smoking policy in common space doesn’t apply. Even though there are signs that clearly state “no smoking” and there is even a special designated area for the smokers. How fantastic is that, anyone?
My apartment is close to the lift, which is surprisingly very quiet and doesn’t bother me at all. It is also near the back entrance to the building, which leads to the parking lot (I’m very grateful for my parking space). That door sometimes gets broken and doesn’t close properly, which during the windy days is incredibly annoying but still something I can live with.
Under my windows, which all are facing the parking lot, there is a brick step, which for some reason the smokers believe belongs to them. Recently even the people from another building decided that smoking under my windows is the best and started migrating over here. I couldn’t be more thrilled for them and myself. I love having the smell of smoke or pot in my flat. Especially on a hot summer evening, when all the windows are open, there is nothing better than having difficulties to breathe and choking in one’s flat.
I’m grateful that people in my building choose to ignore the non-smoking signs and think that the specially designated smoking area is not good enough. Granted, it doesn’t have any seating area, and we all know that smokers need to sit down to inhale properly. It is all about the experience.
I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for choosing to smoke under my windows; my son’s asthma is not that important; having “fresh” air in my flat is also unimportant. As long as you are happy, I’m willing to put up with anything.
You know as well as I do that there is nothing I can do to stop you. My reporting, telling you off, asking politely or not has no influence over you. Just keep on sitting under my windows, keep on smoking, and keep on carelessly filling your lungs with the poison you’re choosing to allow to dictate your life rhythm. If someone else is affected in the process? Well, there isn’t much you can do; the priority is you and your needs. You can’t make everyone happy, right. Especially the losers who don’t like you smoking.