The quitting game, day 12

It’s nice that my sense of smell is back as it kept mr. Parker from burning the brownies he made this morning. 

Regaining your sense of smell is amazing, you realise how some food smells a lot better, your clothes smell nice and fresh instead of hashy, how flowers actually have a smell, even the most delicate, but there’s a dark side. 

Do you remember those old spy movies where they could put you to sleep with a handkerchief embedded with some kind of liquid? 

That’s what socks are to me these  days. James Bond’s knock out tools. 

Lots of love

Pearl 

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