This morning Toby came in to use the loo while I was in the shower. Ah, the joys of having only one bathroom. After he washed and dried his hands he buried his face in the towels and robes hanging on the bathroom door. He does this so often that Rosie has started copying him and now they both stop and bury their faces in the robes before they leave the bathroom. I thought they were just being silly but it dawned on me this morning that maybe Toby likes the smell of the robes. Both mine and Jason's robes hang on the door and I guess they must smell of us.
This realisation brought back a lost memory of my own Mom's robe. When I was little Mom had a very soft bright orange robe that was kind of shaggy. I can't imagine what it was made of but it had great big orange plastic buttons shaped like flowers (well, it was the 70s). I loved the smell of that robe. I can remember burying my face in it and finding the smell so comforting. In fact, when Mom finally threw it out I kept one of the buttons and probably have it somewhere here in the flat, tucked away safe and sound. I wonder if Mom remembers that robe?
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Barry has exactly the same memories........his Mam always wore a fur coat when they went out (back in the 1940's)didn't drive, travelled on buses. Barry and Sandra used to snuggle inside Nana's coat and feel wonderfully safe and warm! To this day Barry would know Nana's purfume anywhere.
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