All we siblings raced out of my in-laws’ house and jumped into the car. It was a bit of squash for the ten of us, but the distance was short to the coffee shop in Chichester.
There we were served by a tall, pale, thin, shy, spotty teenage waiter called John. He was of no use to us when we noticed that the people at the next able were smoking. Indeed, nobody could have helped us. Apparently the Health Act 2006 does not apply to West Sussex.
We were not prepared to pay for a trip to a coffee shop ruined by tobacco smoke. We left immediately in a swift, synchronised manner.