The world stinks
I mean literally. It honks, it whiffs and is generally foul smelling. And I seem to have developed a new found super power so that I get to enjoy every last little fragrance - whether I want to or not.
I know it’s designed to help me identify if food is even slightly off. That’s good - I can tell if bread is going mouldy before the little green mottles appear. I can smell if meat or veg is past its best. But surely it can’t be good if mommy can’t go near daddy because she can’t stand the smell of him if he hasn’t had a shower in the last half hour? It’s not going to benefit Pip if daddy and mommy have become strangers by the time s/he is born. Not surprisingly, daddy is finding it difficult not to take it personally. I would too.
And apart from all those smells that are normally considered unpleasant, things like pine disinfectant and people’s perfume makes me want to wretch. And especially people’s bloody soup at lunchtime. Uggh.