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I do not like the smell of chicken stock.

This is for the simple reason that i accidentally drank it once, mistaking it for orange juice.

I had previously seen some freshly squeezed orange juice in the tall blue jug, so when i wanted a beverage, i took this jug from the fridge. Granted, it looked a bit pale, but i just assumed that John had used pale oranges to make it. I gave the liquid a stir, that’s what you need to do with the freshly squeezed stuff, and poured myself a small glass. After taking a gulp, my tastebuds received a terrible shock. This was not orange juice, it was chicken stock.

‘Is stock good for you?’ i asked Mum, hoping that something good would come out of this disaster. I don’t remember her reply, i just remember that horrible taste, the rush to shove biscuits into my mouth and down pints of water to get rid of the taste.

So now, i do not like the smell of Chicken stock, as it just reminds me of that disgusting taste. It took me hours to recover, and i do not like being reminded of it. Therefore, when mum decides to make a batch of stock, it is not at all pleasant for me. In fact, when i am lying in the bath, and the aroma wafts in and out of my nostrils, i am not a happy bunny!

It’s the last day of 2009.

It will never ever be 2009 again.

We can look back, but never return.

Now we should look forward,

not dwell on the past,

and hope for great things in 2010.

Dad decided to make chutney on Friday, and you know what that means; an awful stench. (No offence to Dad)

On Sunday it was just about bearable. He had finished adding all of the ingredients to the big silver pot, and you could tell there was definitely chutney in there as that distinct perfume started spreading across the kitchen. I didn’t think much of it, it was just another smell that would soon disappear.

But, to my horror, I returned from dancing on Monday only to be hit in the face by the terror that is the smell of Dad’s homeade chutney. I was shocked, so ran upstairs to escape the dreadful stench, only to be repelled again as it followed me onto the landing. My heart pounded as i saw that my bedroom door was open. I stepped in, holding my nose, then released my fingers. However, the awful fragrance of the chutney had reached my bedroom too! As we are in the middle of a period of snowing, the windows had not been openened, nor the extractor fan turned on. I took to grabbing my apple and lime body spray and releasing the perfume into all four corners of my bedroom, only to find that the smell in my room had worsened to the aroma of overpowering chutney, mixed with apple and lime! The whole house was over come with the smell of chutney, however this didn’t seem to affect anybody else in the family, especially not Mum as she is forever home cooking. Luckily the chutney is now ‘jarred-up’ to mature so the house is almost free from the smell.

Oh Dear!