Dirty, me?!

This one's a quickie! Just back from our holidays in Wales and doing the unpacking malarky along with putting the washing on.

As you can see, the washing machine is tightly packed with clothes - I can hardly close the door! I know exactly what is in there. Clothes of my husband, clothes of my son.

There are no, and I being literally correct here, NO clothes of mine.

I have worn the same

t-shirt

hoodie

trousers

socks

for the whole of my holiday.

The thing is yes, I lost my smell from my TBI. I ask my family now and again if they can erm, smell me. I'm glad to hear that they never answer in the affirmative. For now.