I’ve decided to leave my Christmas tree up without decorations because the smell is so very heady and evocative of my childhood, so whilst I write this post I might just take a few long, deep breaths to inhale the aroma if you
don’t mind. I’ve also,  for my sensual pleasure got my feet in a bucket of cold water because it’s blooming hot tonight.

This is about my third or is it fourth attempt at writing a post? Maybe the aroma is mucking with my concentration skills. Well, I have to blame something, don’t I? I think I’m trying to be too perfect and everything I write just doesn’t seem to gel. (more…)