Putty Smells

Isn't it interesting how certain odours trigger reminiscences? Today I was mostly glazing at Mill Lane, so had the linseed putty out and what fun stuff that is to play with.
Suddenly I was snapped back to Haddenham aged 5 or 6 when Dad got me to help him reglaze some old steel windows he'd picked up for the new garage that he and Ron Carter had built at 'Appeldore' number 49 Thame Road. I might have been even younger actually but my job was to roll the putty into long sausages and, as I was a dab hand with Plasticene I was in my element.

Mr Carter was a builder as I recall and lived two doors up whose daughter Pamela, a little bit older than me, sometimes walked me to school. The Carters had taps in the kitchen that made a great fluffy foamy whooshing jet so a drink of water there seemed very exciting. If I was good, sometimes I was allowed to walk my little sister to their house in the evening to watch Popeye cartoons, before we had a telly, and the normal routine was to listen to the 'Archers' on the Home Service before bed.
Aah.. don't get me started.

Seen the storm pictures?