Baking bread, my garden shed, sage, thyme, and rosemary
Sunday roast, morning toast, someone lying next to me
New mown grass, polished brass, fresh rainfall in a gutter
Christmas trees, the summer breeze, hot cross buns with butter
A barbecue, a leather shoe, fresh lemon in your gin
A splash of Brut, ripened fruit, a newborn baby’s skin
Wet dog, egg nog, fried sausages and bacon
Warm farts, body parts, and lovers’ perspiration
Sweaty feet, rancid meat, burnt milk and boiled cabbage
Blocked drains, crowded trains, that corner of the garage
Burger bars, diesel cars, decomposing roses
Men’s loos, dogs’ poohs, public halitosis
Good smells, bad smells, spicy, sweet or rotten
A thousand nasal memories all gone but not forgotten
One of the first I wrote about life with PD
Brilliant fun but poignant. Thank you