I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a little Pakistani lady. She is twice my age, and her skin is creased like a crocodile's.
Every day I go to her shop and order my cheap cigarettes. Every day she greets me with a smile that would light up even the dullest of worlds.
Today I went at the usual time and found she had been replace by a teenage girl with no joy in her eyes. I ordered my cheap cigarettes and asked the teenage girl where the little Pakistani lady had gone?
‘Pakistan’ said the girl, handing me my cheap cigarettes, as I left the shop in a flood of tears.