So weird. Sitting here in bed and about to turn out the lights, and I got this sudden scent-memory of marijuana and wood fire, making me think of winter parties and gloriously intoxicated discussions with various friends from back in the day.
Scent has that way of going through the nose and straight onto memory lane. Such a powerful recollection device. I still remember the terrible perfume that my reliever teacher wore when I was ten years old. We only had her for 3 days while Mr Andrews was off sick and I can barely remember what she looked like, but sometimes an older lady will go past wearing the same concoction and I'll instantly recognise it.
...and now that I have that out of my head, time for sleep.
Good night.
