'What is?' I said, befuddledly.
'On the phone.'
'Is it ringing?'
If I'm bed and the phone rings downstairs I don't hear it. When the grandchildren were staying and shouting from their bedrooms I didn't hear them downstairs. (No, ability to cut out unwanted noise is not my new power.)
A while ago I said I thought the smell in my nose had gone: it hadn't. But my theory is that, rather than having a strange smell in my nose as such, my nose has developed extra-sensory powers. To compensate for my getting-worse hearing my nose is becoming more acute. No, I mean my sense of smell is. My nose stays the same large red thing it's always been unfortunately.
But I'm not sure this is a good thing. Anything, even the nicest of smells, gets a bit much when it's there stuck in your nose for any length of time.
I've always been a very sniffy person. I've loved beautiful scents and have frequently commented to complete strangers how lovely they smell - with not always delighted reactions I have to say - and I'm forever sticking my nose in flowers and all sorts of places to get a better whiff.
So you'd think an improved sense of smell would be a good thing but it's not. But there must be some advantages. If I think of any I'll let you know.
|Aren't noses weird when you think about them?|
P.S. Early warning that the house is on fire?