Mr LC once refused to speak to me from Watford Gap to the M11 because he asked me 'do you mind if I smoke?' when dd was asleep in the back seat on the way home from visiting ds, and I said 'no'.
I was equally furious with him because if he didn't want me to say no, then why tf ask me in the first place? He just wanted a sop to his conscience...
He's an intelligent man, but he cannot get his head round the fact that smoking around a child with dust-related eczema is not a good idea, and acts like a spoilt child himself if he doesn't get his way.
So far as I know, he doesn't smoke in his car when taking dd to nursery, but I know damn well he has a cig on the way to work thereafter, her carseat is covered with grey flakes of ash by the end of the week! Does my head in!
martianbishop, you have my every sympathy - my dad was an incredibly heavy smoker and our car journeys were a similar nightmare. Also he used to smoke in the kitchen before leaving for work, and when we got up for breakfast I always felt like I was suffocating in there and had to go outside to breathe - my mum also said I was being silly... it was only when I got a bit older I realised why I couldn't breathe - because the smoke of 5 fags was still drifting around our kitchen!