Sir, Following a visit from Dr Sterndale and his exotic tobacco, I find the smell permeates the very room most disagreeably. I instruct the maid to wash the drapes and hang them in the warmest rooms to air.She complains that it is making her clothing wet
In this restaurant, dating back to the days of socialism, I was surreptitiously followed behind this "partition" by several pairs of eyes, but I still managed to do a quick "public flashing". Heh