tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post5551197375099843310..comments2024-03-27T05:29:09.185+00:00Comments on Grumpy Old Ken: Not Always the Sweet Smell of SuccessGrumpy Old Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17828200865710133059noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-53912871228996241402009-01-18T14:09:00.000+00:002009-01-18T14:09:00.000+00:00Hello thanks for visiting.Oh how i would love a mo...Hello thanks for visiting.<BR/>Oh how i would love a motor home ,my partner billy has often said i should be a gypsy.<BR/>I love to travel,<BR/>Ireland is lovely some nice things to see up north and down south but the weather as you know can never be guaranteed .<BR/>When it rains it really rains .<BR/>Donegal is really lovely you feel you are back in time its so lovely.<BR/>Do you go out and about on travels much.<BR/>AndreaI LOVE FRANCEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09546409282149766970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-14498915388742567772008-12-10T20:25:00.000+00:002008-12-10T20:25:00.000+00:00Can smell the sewerage so much I can't even spell ...Can smell the sewerage so much I can't even spell it!Grumpy Old Kenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17828200865710133059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-91741963487335824562008-12-10T20:23:00.000+00:002008-12-10T20:23:00.000+00:00Mike HThey used to spread raw sererage on the land...Mike H<BR/>They used to spread raw sererage on the land in Lincolnshire and I can smell it as I write.<BR/>The Brit<BR/>Funny that both you and Mike reminded me of the same thing.<BR/>I used to home brew and cooking hops stank the house outGrumpy Old Kenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17828200865710133059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-23356112471054441732008-12-08T23:23:00.000+00:002008-12-08T23:23:00.000+00:00Stop making me laugh! I remember a fishy smell in ...Stop making me laugh! <BR/><BR/>I remember a fishy smell in my parents' hall as a child. Emanating from the light fitting. Some knackered old thing. Got any of those in your motorhome?<BR/><BR/>And yes, I have a very keen set of nostrils. Simply cannot stomach belching old bus/lorry/van fumes. Have to overtake, dangerously, on blind bends just to continue my journey before passing out. Most commercial perfumes are horrific to me - all I can smell is the chemicals and they give me a migraine in minutes. A woman with the wrong perfume in front of me at the theatre or cinema can ruin the evening for me. But at least it means I have a good palate...Carah Bodenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11429666157453439321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-83338109469512184182008-12-06T23:51:00.000+00:002008-12-06T23:51:00.000+00:00Hi Ken,Great post! I could sense the smell of the ...Hi Ken,<BR/>Great post! I could sense the smell of the stagnant sewerage as I read your words!<BR/><BR/>I love the fact that different smells can remind us of different phases in our lives and of different people too...<BR/>For instance the pungent smell of hops always reminds me of my childhood summers spent "down hopping" in the countryside with my Grandmother, who used to sit at a conveyer belt removing the leaves from the hops (I will have to write a post about that one day...). <BR/>And I only have to smell bread pudding or Yves Saint Laurent perfume and I instantly remember my Mother, who sadly passed away some years ago. <BR/><BR/>I read on your profile that you was a teacher... I am now an English teacher here in Brasil, have been for 8 years now.<BR/>My students are all mostly adults, I don't have much patience for teaching lots of children and all their craziness in the classroom... did it a couple of times and boy was it exhausting trying to keep them all under control!® ♫ The Brit ♪ ®https://www.blogger.com/profile/07774871861232164725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-76032445649461605842008-12-06T18:10:00.000+00:002008-12-06T18:10:00.000+00:00You wonder how we decide which smells are 'good' -...You wonder how we decide which smells are 'good' - my wife, who grew up in a town, loves the smell of the coke fires that comes from the house across the street, whereas I find it noisome. Conversely, having grown up in the country, manure smells good to me, but not so good to my wife. I guess it's just what you grew up with.MikeHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01530099708429116393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-35079124277831692032008-12-04T12:41:00.000+00:002008-12-04T12:41:00.000+00:00Parisgirl, They reckon garic's good for you, I rec...Parisgirl, They reckon garic's good for you, I reckon you don't get germs cos no-one comes near you,<BR/>ExpatKat,<BR/>very brave, we British,what's the word, stoic?<BR/>Stinking billy<BR/>I had to be super clean at school, kids love nicknames and they would have loved stinky stevens. Cup draw, Saturday dinner. Burnley v Derby?<BR/>Hadrians Treasures<BR/>Thanks for the visit. I once took my kids for a trip round the sewerage farm open day. (It was free)They are now in their thirties and still remind me of it!Grumpy Old Kenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17828200865710133059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-14928982276300505412008-12-04T10:01:00.000+00:002008-12-04T10:01:00.000+00:00I was reminded lately that people who regularly ha...I was reminded lately that people who regularly have to do maintenance in sew pipes/sewers...rarely come down with illnesses because they've built up such a resistance to all the 'orrible bugs (and presumably smells). Ooh pongy!!! (Their work not you that is.....!) came over via Mike H's blog.Hadriana's Treasureshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03740533954842010870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-15398411624063577352008-12-03T09:47:00.000+00:002008-12-03T09:47:00.000+00:00ken, top-hole. (Come-on the Rams!)ken, top-hole. (Come-on the Rams!)Stinking Billyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13577508577062044906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-33884324401709101332008-12-02T16:23:00.000+00:002008-12-02T16:23:00.000+00:00When ExpatOwl comes home from a business trip havi...When ExpatOwl comes home from a business trip having consumed large quantities of garlic on the road, I have been known to chomp down a fresh clove myself so as to remain the good loving wife that I am!Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00085577423870971279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-45348709814485596102008-12-01T22:27:00.000+00:002008-12-01T22:27:00.000+00:00Where to start Ken, where to start? My plumbing tr...Where to start Ken, where to start? My plumbing travails have been well documented; now we have a smell - something between sewage and rotten cabbage - that wafts through the flat every Friday afternoon (and sometimes other afternoons too). The plumber tells me its because everyone takes a shower on a Friday. Well, it is France! You're right about smells eliciting different reactions; I did roasted garlic with the potatoes last Christmas. My mother couldn't make up her mind whether to be sick or pass out. Mind you, she's the same with onions!Parisgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06541058433269818013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4941930385963521365.post-1055978261462662072008-12-01T22:26:00.000+00:002008-12-01T22:26:00.000+00:00This comment has been removed by the author.Parisgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06541058433269818013noreply@blogger.com