I can't stand the smell of sweetpeas. It always reminds me of care homes. My wife loves it though so I'm not sure if it's an associative smell or if we smell things differently. She doesn't think asparagas makes wee smell but it's very obvious to my nose.
If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
It's the smell of hyacinths for me, they are just so overwhelming. Have just been to get papers from local Co op, bloke in front buying one. What a palaver while he looked for his money and his divi card. Anyone would think he wasn't expecting to have to pay. It's easier for men (sweeping generalisation here), just stick your hand in your pocket, fish out the change and the card - and pay ! Â
In my experience it's generally women who hold up the queue, and women 'of a certain age' are worst of all. They yap away all the time their stuff is being scanned and make no attempt to pack it until the last item goes through. Then they have to pack everything before they look for a means of payment, which is inevitably beneath half a ton of junk in the bottom of their handbag, which itself is now buried under everything they have just packed away.
Can't argue with that wildedges, l was behind one the other day ! I try to be charitable and think maybe this is their only chance of conversation all day, but there comes a point when even my patience runs out......
Can't argue with that wildedges, l was behind one the other day ! I try to be charitable and think maybe this is their only chance of conversation all day, but there comes a point when even my patience runs out......
The worst are those who leave the theatre and head to for the car park ticket machine and only when they get to the front of the , very long , queue , do they get their handbags open. Meanwhile the clock is ticking on everyone else's ticket behind them.
I spent the afternoon working on the patch of my parents' garden that I mismanage. I originally fenced it off as a kitchen garden but it was always more work than I could manage and since having kids I barely have enough time there to stop it turning into the National Collection of Pernicious Weeds. It is heaving with life though. Despite all the bindweed, ground elder, nettles etc etc there are more animals and insects in that small patch than I could ever hope to get in my garden at home. I go there with a heavy heart knowing that I won't have enough time to get all the jobs done that need doing and leave so happy knowing it's at least a sanctuary for so much life.
and that's why I get so annoyed when people come to a gardening forum asking how to kill the last remnants of the living beings on their property  'Garden reset' will be up there in my top 10 least favourite phrases I think. Chemical warfare on a small scale.
If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
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I've never used a weedkiller. It just ain't cricket.