Memory can be a strange thing can't it.
Y'day I was walking Beano when someone stopped to speak to me, she is someone I see regularly when I'm the village. She is very friendly and we often have a brief chat when she makes a fuss of Beano.
She is a tall, well built lady and she was wearing a long floaty top over a vest and trousers, the top was a dark brown leopard print. As I was chatting to her I was suddenly overcome with nausea, I could smell cigarettes and Revlon Intimate perfume. The person I was speaking doesn't smoke. I remember my mother having a dress in an identical print, wearing the Revlon Intimate and she was a very heavy smoker for many years, though she did give up a couple of years before she died.
I felt quite discombobulated for the rest of the day yesterday and I'm still a little bothered by it now.
