Memories
Feeling kind of nostalgic today. Went into the village for some cookies that looked home baked (Alec has a camp and I haven't had the time to do any real baking for it!), and found it was almost over run by bikers on some very pretty Harley motorcycles. Got in a queue behind some and found that that smell of old leather and petrol fumes made me really long for Ian. I haven't had that sort of kick in the gut reaction for probably a year.
Now, this afternoon, I'm remembering how I used to hide behind the door in the kitchen when he came home late at night from meetings, hoping to give him a scare. In return, he would always hug me and try to stick his freezing cold hands down the back of my neck. The road smells of his leathers were so strong; funny how much I miss that scent now when back then I really hated it.
Now, this afternoon, I'm remembering how I used to hide behind the door in the kitchen when he came home late at night from meetings, hoping to give him a scare. In return, he would always hug me and try to stick his freezing cold hands down the back of my neck. The road smells of his leathers were so strong; funny how much I miss that scent now when back then I really hated it.