We sometimes go to a huge branch of Asda in a rather poorer district of Norwich. We only go there to get very reasonably-priced turkey legs to freeze.
Outside the door stand at least about fifteen people, (customers and workers) puffing away on either e cigs or real ones. The air is like a pea-souper fog and the stench unbearable, but one has to pass through it to get inside. I take a huge breath like someone diving under the sea, and whizz past. My husband pulls his Muslim hat over his nose and mouth as if there's been a chemical leak at a biological warfare factory. We must look daft, but we just can't bear it. Neither of us has ever smoked in our entire lives.