This one's a quickie! Just back from our holidays in Wales and doing the unpacking malarky along with putting the washing on.
As you can see, the washing machine is tightly packed with clothes - I can hardly close the door! I know exactly what is in there. Clothes of my husband, clothes of my son.
There are no, and I being literally correct here, NO clothes of mine.
I have worn the same
t-shirt
hoodie
trousers
socks
for the whole of my holiday.
The thing is yes, I lost my smell from my TBI. I ask my family now and again if they can erm, smell me. I'm glad to hear that they never answer in the affirmative. For now.
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