Thinkinfyou wrote an excellent post the other day about smell which set me thinking; not a situation that I’m particularly comfortable with.



Anyway, in the good old days it was a hint of perfume, the smell of freshly cut grass or once or twice a London smog [incidentally, they were very exciting – I remember walking to school one day and I literally couldn’t see my hand in front of me] that assailed my nose.

Nowadays, with the onset of old age and 40years of smoking cigars, the only smells that get through are the fragrance of Deep Heat and bonfires ……. ho hum. (Poor old Methusalah. Lo,TG Ed)