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I was a smoker for over 40 years. I started, in earnest, when I met my husband. I was 17 and, up until then, I'd had the odd drag but could take it or leave it.
I was over 60 when I gave up. I knew it was affecting my health and I realised it was going to get worse. I was a bit short of breath and I had a nasty cough, every now and then, but I thought giving up would cure all that.
My nemesis year was 2007. I'd been ill over Christmas with what I imagined was flu but I recovered and carried on working part-time, 3 days a week, which I'd done since I turned 60. In the July I took Laura to Malta for a week. It was tremendously hot and my energy levels had sunk to rock bottom but I put it down to the heat.
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