Yessiree, today I ticked off one of my longest lasting must do's, I went and got myself a pipe.
For the past two years running I have vowed on New Years Eve that my resolution is to take up smoking a pipe.
Lord knows why, perhaps it's to do with the whole bad boy image I am having to constantly uphold and improve upon or maybe it's because I'm half way through the Sherlock Holmes saga's and I think he's super cool / I'd do anything to replicate his entire being in any way, shape or form possible (and breathe Dan, goooood).
I have had my eye on one particular pipe in one particular shop for a few weeks now. Today I strolled right on up to the counter, rapped my knuckles on the glass top and asked the good sir behind it to fetch the one I'd been oggling at, post haste mind you.
So I proudly left the store pipe in hand and with my chin up I trundled on home.
I quite honestly feel like a child with a pornographic magazine or something, the pipe is something that I'm hiding from my mum and brag about to my mates.
Has it proven to be a good smoking utensil I hear you ask, well I haven't used it as of yet as I'm waiting the most perfect of opportunities to do so.
I have however decided that I suit the pensive pipe smoker type so will put it to use in times of deep concentration as well as debates and the births of each and every one of my children, quite.
Toodles for now x
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