walking around the house."
Husband says the nicest things to me!
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Younger Son did some fence painting at the weekend. as a result his t-shirt is covered with paint and dirt so I thought I'd soak it before washing. What I really needed was one of those magic powders they advertise where you dip half the shirt in and it comes up sparkling white; what I had was some two-year-old washing powder that YS had brought home from uni with him.
As I agitated it, a memory came back to me. The smell has an association for me. I kept sniffing it to try and urge the memory to the forefront but it insisted on loitering behind school hymns and car number plates.
They do say that smells play an important part in memory. I believe therapists use scents when dealing with brain-damaged or geriatric people. I can understand it: they can take me back to places I thought I had long since forgotten.
Do you remember - if you're over fifty - books of soap? Little pages, each page a leaf of soap? Please tell me you do. Someone, somewhere must. It can't just be me.
The closest I could find were these, which are described as 'these all-new soap leaves'.
In the old days they came in books. Please tell me you remember!