I realised something special at work today.
Although I am unable to properly imagine most smells (presumably my other stronger senses have more bearing on my world and drown out my olfactory imagination), I am fully able to imagine the smell of new baby Starkid when I am apart from him.
Grrr, I'd just written a whole bunch of opening Comment, but its disappeared somewhere. Don't think I'll be able to match it in terms of content, so I'll just move swiftly along...
Firstly, Stuart. I had tried to respond to in some depth to your insightful Comment right back at the start of January, but my phone kept dropping off the internet, and after what seemed like hours of button bashing I was pulling what little hair. So could I just use this opportunity to say - "Yes. I agree."
Secondly, ah yes Maxwell/Maximillian, apologies for that, but I've been up to "stuff". Not enough hours in the day. Or minutes in the hour. Or seconds in the minute. And that.
And thirdly, to Mr Saturnyne, may I thank thee. They're grrrreat!