Say Cheese!

If you have been so unfortunate as to have read my blog since the start (march this year) then you'll know that there's an quarterly market in the city centre that makes me sooo happy. Yes! Yes, it is indeed the Continental market (old posts here and here)!!

I had an errand to the agency yesterday and as I turned the corner by HMV I realised that it was back in town and I basically ran to the agency, sorted it out and then I just strolled around the whole market. Lovely.

My little shopping bag that I have in my handbag (God, I'm old!) was quickly stuffed with some cheese and grapes, which is something I always buy as Boyfriend and I then have a nice evening with cheese, crackers, grapes, chutney and wine. Mmmm!

I had a sneaky start to the cheese last night (can always buy more today) and as I stood by the kitchen counter, this very, very strange and unhealthy odour surrounded me. And I thought; "Shit - what is that smell?! Is it the trash? Nope, that's not it. The dishwasher? No, that's on. Boyfriend's shin-pads? It can't be, they're out on the balcony... Oh My God! It's the cheese!"

Yes, I know what you think -cheese smells! I do know that and I quite like some of the smelly cheeses but this was a smell that, like I said, gave me an image of a dirty hospital ward that's been closed down due to a sudden outbreak of Ebola and no one's dared to go in and take care of the bodies... That is how the cheese smells!

I am very good at imagining things.

I'll buy one of the 'good old' mouldy ones today! Boyfriend can eat the smelly one - after all, it's not to dissimilar to his football shoes and he seems strangely attached to those!