uncontrolled

My bloodshot eyes reveal that I once again stayed up too late reading my un-put-downable book :)

There are gas pipe replacements occurring on my adjoining street so whenever I drive from home I have to enter, part way through, a traffic light controlled single carriage. Drivers at each end are notified that we are not controlled and so far it has been ok. I quite like being uncontrolled, tho I am, of course, very sensible. As always.
My super sensitive nose was working overtime yesterday. Entering the reception cabin at the zoo I was assailed by some combination of presumably ink and paper that transported me right back to the primary school my mum taught at. I've been in many a school since but this was a particular aroma that bizarrely conjoured up simple reading words in a specific font that I could almost taste. Only occasionally do i get an synasthaesic reaction to smells, but it does happen. Then at choir practice we were in one of the chambers and just outside I breathed in a heady scent of old wood and was reminded of furniture at my granddads house in Leeds. Both these memories are from my childhood and I'm always stunned by just how evocative scent can be.