camphor 5 October 2010
I was passing by an unexpected ironmongers today (surely a great title for a novel? THE UNEXPECTED IRONMONGER) and i wandered in to look for an anti-moth thingy…reason is i found an unexpected moth (insert other great title here) on my white cotton towelling robe in manchester – the moths are supposed to live in the london flat so i was not best pleased. anyhow, i had the choice of a new lavender-scented moth ball or the ‘old’ camphor ones and before i could say ‘i am a fool’ i had pressed my nose up against the ‘old’ box and gone ‘oh GOD i rememeber that smell’ and realised it would be on the end of my long nose for the day…
