I got home from cartographer's place a short while ago and realised that I had no tobacco or cigarettes left at all. This troubled me quite a bit as I fancied one and I'd been bumming smokes from Ian all evening.
Just as I gave up all hope of having a smoke this evening since the shops, pubs and off licenses were closed metalrabbit suggested that I checked the cupboards where I used to keep my tobacco supply in case a pouch had fallen down the back or something and lo and behold, a whole box of five pouches was stuck at the back, hidden behind an oil burner.
This may mean little to you people but it means a lot to me. It is also another example of metalrabbit's brain powers at work. They're handy when they're not being used for evil.