The scent of a woman…

Aylesbury (8)

The pigeon flew up out of the bamboo beside the door, scaring Ani and not doing a lot for me either as the wet dog jumped to the safety of my arms. Daft thing. The smell of wet dog at dawn is going to follow me all day… especially as she was then sick on the carpet and looked so upset and guilty about it I needed to reassure her I wasn’t cross. You don’t want to cuddle a wet dog in clean clothes.

I’m running around a lot today. I have a date with a hot tub. Sound cools? No, you know me better than that… this isn’t self-indulgent luxury, this is maintenance. This is the time when, although I do get to go in the hot tub in the corner of my son’s garden… I only get to do it fully clothed and usually dripping. And it is January and blowing a gale. ‘Nuff said.

guilty dog

I’ve already been to my son’s and done the needful, including clearing the stream that runs under the deck that was blocked by fallen leaves, refilling the pond and making the vile green healthy sludge drink he calls a smoothie. I also prepared breakfast and dinner. While I can happily, therefore, add my culinary creativity, pisciculture and handyman skills to my CV, I am informed that my sock removal talents are below par and I should not add sock-pulling to my skillset. That I was thus informed whilst waiting for disposal instructions of said items… holding the pair of warm, sweaty socks at arm’s length… merely adds insult to olfactory injury. And when I’ve had a coffee I shall be going back to clean and begin refilling the hot tub which should, by then, be empty.

As if that was not bad enough, I then have to go into town. I avoid the place like the plague, as a rule. Much of the gracious smile of old stone and timber that once characterised it has been given the inevitable face-lift, leaving it with the fixed rictus of modernism sitting uneasily on the cobbled streets. But, needs must… the reason I’m going in has some nice ideas attached that are dangling like a golden carrot before me and and I can deal with a few non-urgent things I have been putting off while I’m there. It is not that there are no pretty corners to the place; the old town is lovely, especially when touched by the gold of afternoon sun. Today, however, is not golden, but grey.

Aylesbury (1)

I do tend to try, when I have to brave the town. I like to at least tidy myself up a bit from the usual wild-haired, make-up-less comfort. Not much point though, not today, as I will be diving in an out while the pathetic dribble of the hosepipe refills the tub and will still have work to do. Therefore, wilder-haired even than usual, what with the winds and all, I shall descend upon the market square smelling vaguely of eau-de-dog, with a soupcon of pondwater, underpinned with a base note of rotting vegetation and whatever horrors lurk within the filtration system. And probably garlic…

…which should, at least, ensure I am not waylaid by any impromptu social encounters.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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21 Responses to The scent of a woman…

  1. newsferret says:

    Whaaahahaha, I love women as they are, even I live like I want to, but sometimes whether we like it or not we must dress up.

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  2. alienorajt says:

    Hilarious, Sue! Sounds like you could start a new olfactory trend with such a winning potion of pongs! Should keep the bloody vampires away at any rate! xxx

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  3. Dale says:

    And some days I complain because the coffee machine wasn’t set…which is entirely my fault because there’s no one else to do it! 😉

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  4. barbtaub says:

    Actually, when my own small dog has just applied to my person whatever disgusting thing she was rolling in, and I’m dressed like someone evicted from a trailer camp is pretty much when I can GUARANTEE impromptu social actions of the highest level…

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  5. Eliza Waters says:

    LOL – some days are just like that. 🙂

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  6. Ali Isaac says:

    Sounds like just another perfect day… sigh! Bet your shower was the best you’ve ever had that night though. I just discoveted the washing machine spewing water all over the floor, all Carys’s uniform for tomorrow locked inside. Just what I needed before bed! So relaxed now… not! Grrrr!

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  7. Éilis Niamh says:

    Sounds trying and a recipe for being very cold, Sue. I hope you can curl up and get warm when you get home. Sorry Ani is sick! No fun for either of you.

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  8. Darcy says:

    “Fixed rictus of modernism” — I love it! Sounds just like where I live in spades!!! 🙂 On the other hand those homely deep-in-the-muck smells are still way better than what gets marketed for air freshener and “Deodorizer” (not!) in my neck of the woods, guaranteed to give me a splitting headache in seconds! 🙂 Even “eau de wet dog” is better than that!

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  9. alesiablogs says:

    Pretty funny post and a great photo of sweet Ani!

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