by Paul » Fri Aug 14, 2009 6:58 pm
Although this is a serious matter, which has been passed on to the top waste management officer at StEds, I cannot resist being envious of those who have had to smell this bin.
I gradually lost my sense of smell around 1990 - a boring tale I'll spare you. My sense of taste is now confined to what you would taste if you held your nose whilst eating (like we did at school) but my smell is zilch, 0, nout. It is in fact deceased, and does not register smelling salts, petrol, the Woolpit whiff, dangerous gas, public loos, smoke, etc. (I can remember the delight at faintly detecting car exhaust when walking along during the months in which I had the occasional return of this faculty.)
With this invisible disability I always envy those who say "Oooooh, what a pong". Of course I 'd rather smell Mrs F's perfume, the wine I drink, flowers, cooking - but I never shall again.
Ahhhhhhh - get the violins out...