August 2010
Smells ... I really shouldn’t have left this ‘til the last minute but then I work better to a deadline, so ...
I don’t like this font, think I’ll change it. Lucida calligraphy is my favourite but it’s not on this laptop. Back to Bookman, that’s better.
Right here goes, Smells, what can I smell now? Just the gentle scent of the sprig of lavender that leapt into my pocket as I walked through the park, and a faint smell of ... tar? Better look out and see what’s happening. There’s strange machinery in the road. Are they digging an artesian well? Or maybe just filling in a pot hole. Reminds me of when I was a kid, we used to watch the workmen with great pots of hot tar. Mothers used to take their children to breathe in the fumes ‘Good for the bronicals.’
Ok, to work ... oh no it’s raining ... I’ll have to get the washing in ... whoever sited the clothes line should have put it further away from the bay tree, it pulls off the branches, but they smell so sweetly mingling with the lavender and the rosemary.
OK, done that now ... Smells ... I wonder if the ink cartridge needs changing. Better see ... yes it did, now my hands are covered with ink. That’s better, Imperial Leather soap is clever, the little label really works unless its gone skew whiff like mine. Why Imperial leather? Strange name for a soap. I’ll have to look it up, that's interesting, the perfume with the scent of leather was devised by a London Perfumier for a Russian count in 1780.
So, enough procrastinating ... get this done. Oops is that the time? I shouldn’t have left it until the last minute. Shall I write more and be late? Finish and hope the printer is behaving itself.