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Let's be honest: it's a mug's game. My main memories of my Granny are of her with a cigarette in hand, of being sent to the "cabin" to buy her mentholated Dunhill. Add to that the memory of my time with my Dad shared always with a cigarette - one after the other. Of the chorus of coughing in the mornings and of now watching him struggle, with COPD, knowing this is a terminal illness that was brought upon himself. Supposedly my Grandma died of old age (but i reckon it was the cancer that got her first) and despite my Dad giving up smoking over eight years ago the years of damage have taken their toll. I chose a path away from cigarettes and I don't mind telling people how stupid I think they are for smoking - friends, family, strangers. We are all touched by cancer at some point and I recently got the all clear after twelve long years of close attention. I am thankful that it was caught before I needed anything other than day treatment and b

We have put the tree up, had some mulled wine andmince pies which leads me to think that it must be time for anotherRobertson-Willmot Christmas letter: a time to sit and ponder on what 2012brought our way However I feel I must apologise for being ratherrubbish this year on getting people their birthday cards and presents on time -or at all.  Lots of things have happened and resulted in my inability tosimply sort myself out. But please rest assured that you have, each andeveryone of you, been in my thoughts.  That's enough of that, however, forI have digressed! Eliza has been lucky enough to experience snow eachyear; but this year was a first as she was able to join us sledging!  Weare not completely sure how much she enjoyed it as she was trust up like aturkey and couldn't say too much!  Normally there isn't any shutting ourlittle chatterbox up! Our little twinkle-toes started ballet this year andenjoys practising her magic feet, tippy toes and ballet turns at everyoppo