tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340120.post5534269929169523945..comments2023-06-20T17:57:43.852+02:00Comments on Lara Cousins: Those senses{Lara}http://www.blogger.com/profile/03472953618012476268noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340120.post-87995479106763414752007-05-11T12:16:00.000+02:002007-05-11T12:16:00.000+02:00A roast cooking on a sunday morning brings back me...A roast cooking on a sunday morning brings back memories of my father preparing lunch before going to church and leaving it to cook so that it would be ready when we got back.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340120.post-28024530786297148402007-04-18T08:23:00.000+02:002007-04-18T08:23:00.000+02:00For me it's Nivea cream... When we were little tha...For me it's Nivea cream... When we were little that's what my mother used on us for sunblock. Whenever I smell it, I vividly remember long summer days, splashing in the water, wearing my blue (not yellow) polka dot bikini, at the Borrowdale swimming pool in Bulawayo - Good times!Anabelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06950846656718325886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340120.post-81276804197905851002007-04-15T08:45:00.000+02:002007-04-15T08:45:00.000+02:00The smell of kerosene sends me into a spiral of de...The smell of kerosene sends me into a spiral of despair. When we immigrated from Scotland when I was very little, I was hysterical about leaving my Gran behind and the airport smelled like kerosene from the jet fuel. I always associate the two...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com