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The smell of corn fields being harvested by the combine - that dusty, corn smell of straw being cut and grain being threshed; takes me back to my childhood and getting legs scratched by stubble (girls rarely wore trousers in those days) and it didn't hurt until you got in the bath that evening!! Then it really STUNG! Also Dettol - associate that with primary school and getting cuts and grazes!
Strawberries - sitting in the strawberry field, smelling the fruit, eating it sunwarmed straight from the plant. Did it as a child, still do it today! It's the smell of summer along with cut grass and honeysuckle on a summer's evening.
Just been raiding the fridge for a snack. Picked some lamb left over from sunday and made a sarnie, then decided to find a suitable condiment. Remembered my Dad had bought some mint sauce last time he was here looking after the kids, so thought I'd try it...
It was instantly 1975, hard grey plastic chairs and formica tables in the school hall with Mrs Wells (the scary dinner lady) and Dolly (the nice, cosy one) ladling our dinners out!
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" he said "Grab your things
I've come to take you home."
Sealing wax. I don't get to smell it much these days though. As a schoolchild it was 'the thing' to customize your pencils with multicoloured sealing wax and stick a tassle in the end.
Brasso reminds me of visits to gran and grandad, always used to sit with grandad polishing the brasses. And when we visited t'other G&G the smell of baking cakes cos gran was a brilliant cook.
And TCP, I was a right tomboy, always climbing trees or at the stables, constantly scratched and scraped..so mum used to dab TCP on everything...still hate it. And the smell of my ex husbands jeans when he'd been clipping sheep..euck.
Anyone who says nothing is impossible has never tried slamming a revolving door
In an attempt to quash my persistent cold recently I was persuaded by a colleague to try J Collis Brown medicine. It's for both upset stomachs, and coughs.
I opened the lid and took a sniff - it's like cough medicine of old. Not the sweet sickly stuff you buy now.
Was back in the UK last week, stayed at my son's house. Into the bathroom and noticed a bar of Wrights Coal Tar soap, so used that instead of my own showery type stuff.
Although slightly larger, I was once again a kid, living in Malta, where my dad used to bring the stuff home from the navy stores in box loads.
Bob Leponge
Life's disappointments are so much harder to take if you don't know any swear words.
I moved into a brand new school in P1, so the smell of fresh tarmac and new carpet always takes me right back.
It's a sign of my age that the "New Primary" has recently been demolioshed to make way for another new school in turn so this year's intake will have a whole new set of smells to remember.
Many years ago men were restrained from being themselves. They had short back sides, stiff upper lip and after the nightly scrub at the sink they had to smell of lifebouy. Nothing pansy about them!! How great that today our menfolk can endulge in their feminine side and wish to please. A whiff of John Varvatos....say no more.
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