Petouli

Author: joe

Monday, 27 February, 2006 - 19:34

I got a CD through the post with some petouli (patchouly?) scented rose petals in it.

I haven't smelt that scent for a while, not even down the Hatchet where the petouli-types go. And when I first got a whiff of it the other morning, I didn't think of Jack wearing it when we were at school, or about Alison whose leathers smelt of it when we were 17 and on a bench in the park one night; I didn't even think of Michael my third step-father, who wore it because he was a twat.

I thought about my dad wearing it when I was a kid and we went to a sea-side camp for a day and visited one of his women; and when he wore it after tidying up the lounge where I was sleeping because he had a date coming for dinner; and when he wore it when I must have been about 10 years old and he lived with a feller called John, who got really embarrassed when he and my dad went to the chippy, and the guy asked if they were together, and my dad said, 'yes, and we're very happy'.

I miss my dad :-|

Categories: dad, petouli, scent, memory,
Comments: 1

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I was thinking about your dad the other day. I was thinking about him because when I came to visit you the other day for a cup of tea, all I could see was your dad. It always happens when I come to visit. It must happen more now because there's more of a gap between seeing you these days.

Author: cath Sent: 2006-03-03 12:22:09

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