Me mam's a vicar by trade and me pop a very very high pedigree lawyer. Even tobacco mortifies them, but after about 5 years of hour long debates and discussions, my mother accepts it, and my father also, although he refuses to acknowledge anything due to not wanting to i any way compromise his career. But the short tory is that they're both absolutely fed up with the government and would each love to see me grow my own to smoke so as not to depend and propogate a black market, because black markets means prostitutes or somehting. So yeah, they want nowt more than for me to be able to grow, little do they know i do it in one of their flats and have done for years. Or maybe they do know, no wonder they are o happy to fly me across the pond