How do Jem and all. :o)
I remember being sent to the corner shop for 5 Park Drives for our mum. I would've only been knee-high to a grasshopper but it didn't seem to occur to the shopkeeper that I might've been smoking 'em myself.
Sometimes I'd buy just one cigarette for her, when she didn't have the money for a full pack. We didn't quite live in a cardboard box, but by 'eck, our walls were thin. :o)
These days my brothers buy fags in boxes of 200. I often wonder what our dear old mum would've thought of that.