I don’t know if you will agree with me but I think that sometimes it can be the little things in life which make most impact. A new smell or taste, a familiar face in an unusual setting or a feeling of being very far from home are all the sorts of things which can be enough to make me realise with a start that there is more to life than the same old 9.
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I wonder if I am the only person who has moved for one hemisphere to another and just can’t work out where on Earth I am most of the time. Let me explain. I was born in Scotland and lived most of my life there and in other parts of the UK; cold and wet from October to May and slightly less cold but still wet the rest of the year. I then spent a.
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Isn’t it strange how the most random items can bring long suppressed memories to the fore? And they are never usually very good ones either, are they? I guess they wouldn’t have been suppressed in the first place if they were, would they? Anyway, where I come from they call them kid’s footballs strips but just one look at the phrase youth soccer uniforms was enough to cause me to give an involuntary shudder. In.
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I have been a bit concerned lately. Apart from the financial crisis, the imminent global water wars and the pile of dirty dishes lying in the kitchen I am a bit worried that my posts make me look a bit like a sad loser who spends all day trawling the internet looking for strange things to write about. It is therefore with a light heart but a bit of trepidation that I have decided to.
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Isn’t it funny how a sound or a plate of food or even a smell can bring back to your mind a memory you had completely forgotten about? Just a couple of weeks ago I smelled a perfume I hadn’t come across in ages and it reminded of the time when I decided that moving to London was a good idea and I ended up sharing a flat with someone who wore this perfume all.
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