I’ve had the WordPress app on my phone for years (and have barely used it) but I only discovered there’s one for computers today. Curious, I mean why might it be necessary? I downloaded it, and can’t see any difference between it, and the web version other than a nice white W in a blue circle next to ‘System Preferences’ in my dock, and its lack of spell-checking. If you have any ideas about the point of it do let me know, I’m sure to be missing something.
Last week was slightly hectic with meetings and that ‘oh my god the year’s nearly over and I haven’t…’ feeling that leads to panic activity – like buying a new car, don’t ask! – and this week is set to be no less so. Tomorrow we’re off to Edinburgh to see the Dancer of Everything (AKA our granddaughter); Tuesday I have a lot of paperwork to deal with; Wednesday another meeting, and Thursday we’re off to Anglesy to celebrate Christmas at the beach. I’d do everything at the beach if I could – sleep, eat, write, pickle beetroot, you name it – I once bought a 1975 VW Campervan so I could drive round the whole coast of this island, but unfortunately it was so dilapidated it barely got me to Sainsbury’s and after four years of trying to get it roadworthy I gave up. Now I’m stuck in in a dingy valley miles from the smell of ozone. Which reminds me have you seen this:
It’s a smell map of Edinburgh, and one of several Kate McLean has made over the last seven (?) years. I find it utterly fascinating for many reasons, including that I’m very far from home in a place that smells nothing like it, and I’m particularly sensitive to smell. For example, the current trend for overpowering laundry detergent just about kills me, I’ve had to walk out of lectures because of it, and used to be driven out of my own garden, when I had a garden, by my neighbour’s use of it. Why this need to drown everything in stinking chemicals? Anyway, one of McLean’s areas of enquiry is the smell of ‘home.’ From silage to diesel, ozone to brick dust, what is the olfactory cocktail that tells you you are home? Until I read about her work I always assumed it was the tone of the light in south-east England (much bluer than here) that told me I was home, but now I think the smells of Victoria Station, sun warmed old brick, ozone, newly cut grass (in England, even that smells different here), Chinese restaurants, English chip shops, idling busses all add to that sense of belonging. Also rain on a hot day. Flowering lime trees. Roast chicken (organic). Coffee. Baking bred. A chocolate cake just out the oven, it’s top faintly burnt. Nam Pla. Burning coal…
Once I was idly browsing in a junk shop when I opened an old powder compact to find it smelt exactly like my mother’s face; I was instantly 12 years old again.
I expect I’ll riff on this for quite some time, but what smells spell home to you?