St-inky

There are reasons why things sold in pound shops are a pound; for example, I purchased a set of three fountain pens...

The other two pens are still working though!

Without giving it much thought, in fact it was almost an automatic action of camp; I added a small drop of essential oil to the ink cartridges, so my writing would be scented- I did refrain from filling in the census form with scented ink- maybe I should have, it might have made the day of the person collating the info, a little nicer!

Smell of Nostalgia

I sensed two smells today, which reminded me of my childhood; one was rotten drains and the other was burning paper, not really a nice fragrant mix!
Growing up in a slum in Govan, it’s not really a surprise that these smells were a reminder- there was always a blocked drain somewhere in our backyard and where a pool of strange milky blue water collected, and there was always rubbish burning, usually because someone had deliberately set fire to the bins (or middens as we called them).