A week ago, when G. went for his appointment at the respiratory clinic, I was horrified to see a gaggle of smokers clustered round the entrance. I was furious that a terminal lung cancer patient should be forced to walk through a cloud of cigarette smoke to enter the clinic. I complained to a lady on the PALs desk who promised to speak to the clinic manager, and call me back. A week passed, no reply, so I rang ask what…