Morning pipes are the sh*t

As a part of my effort to guide E to a grown-up life, she now takes the tram to school on her own. I follow her to the stop, and wave her off. This gives me an extra half-hour that i previously spent riding forth and back on the tram.

I have started to use this time for a combined coffee-and-pipe break. This morning I smoked a full pipe of Special Brown Flake with my macchiato, sitting outdoors on the window sill of the coffee shop.

There was a slight drizzle of rain and autumn was in the air, but all in all it was a wonderful relaxing time, and I got to re-assess the SBF tobacco. Smoked in this way it is one hell of a lot better than I used to remember it.