No matter how clean it might be, the smell of death hung in the air, clung to your skin and your clothes, and repeated on you wherever you were for hours after you had left.
That’s because ….
I just love to enlighten any poor people who may ever stumble upon anything I write who may not know this, after all, sharing is caring…
What some people may not know, and I really REALLY wish I was one of them, is part of how we smell via our noses, we all know that much, right?
Well whatever we may smell, tiny particles go in & up our nasal cavities & gets all snuggly cuddly onto all the fine hairs we have in there & thus we smell
Whatever it is, good or bad…
Sounds great on the yummy Sunday roast your Mum made, freshly brewed coffee, flowers…
But maybe not so much on the Uber ride home when the last passenger threw up, or that dog poop you thought you’d fully scraped off your shoe…
Have a nice day :)
