Smells

I think I've mentioned it quite a few times - the smell and memory thing. I think I have quite a sharp sense of smell, and equally sharp memory triggers associated with it. Maybe this has to do with my habit of sniffing everything. Not a great habit, but when I'm out on the pharmacy floor I can always confidently recommend products on their fragrance because I have literally opened and sniffed every last bottle and tube in the haircare isle.

Anyway, I was cleaning my room. My perfumes were cluttered around the wardrobe and I couldn't resist. They were all half-empty except for a little blue bottle with a silver lid. I sniffed it wondering whether time has robbed it of its ability to trigger a certain little memory. No such luck. Wasted gift. I could be seventy-years-old and when one of the other old dears in the nursing home clatters by on her walking frame wearing vintage Elizabeth Arden I'll grasp my chest at the thought of drunken sex and broken hearts and surely die.