I went to see my mother today (with Elaine) in Wroughton while
the BHF team were house-clearing. We visited the park, fed the homicidal seagulls and watched kids trying to fend off dinghy collisions on the lake. At the end there was a late birthday present for Clare.
We were baffled as to what the heavy cylinder was. I speculated variously on pickled onions and manuka honey. The reality was considerably more wonderful.
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| A scented candle |
It's currently brightening up the hall in olfactory mode - it almost feels
wrong to light it.
