Being an ex Cockney, remembering the good old days of smog that flowed in as the curfew of the evening and the big red buses needed a man to lead the way with a paraffin lit rag on stick, and those ill gotten mornings with chill freezing the already damp clothes, I can be sympathetic but now I enjoy 68 deg. F by the beach in S.CA and I still get the blues.[no reason except it is how my brain dothe work] [ that olde herbe St. John's Wort works better than a coca leaf or hemp leaf, cheaper too] In those days, the Ambulance service was busy with lung problems, so many dying from respiratory complications, at least you have means to oxygenate and stabilize us oldies.