At the end of June I had almost finished my delivery when the air carried a sharp smell that threw me back a decade. Something about it pulled me back to my first recollectable flight - a night flight to Tenerife, just after I had finished primary school. The poor cabin air always has something about it, so what was unique about the air on that flight?
The shampoo in my house is usually Tesco's or Morrison's own-brand basic stuff with a hint of some random fruit - it's all the same. The second I opened the cap my mind went somewhere in the past. It wasn't a memory, more like a dislocated felling of the past. I looked at the bottle to find out which fruit was being hinted at. Jojoba. I obviously have no idea the last time I used shampoo with jojoba, but something unknown was unique about the last time.
Buried in the back garden of my old house lies some small container. The Padre had us each write a brief message on a scrap of paper on New Year's Eve 1999. I wrote something like 'This is a waste of time'. I wish I'd written something else.
Partially written in Fuerteventura, Spain - 22/06/08
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