Smells and Memories

I cant believe today  is going so quickly.  I was so lazy I cant believe I didnt wake up til 9.15am, hubby came in at 7am and I thought let me lie here just a bit and Ill get up but no the body didnt do that lol.  Anyway I came down to the kitchen and lo and behold what a sight greeted me....... dogs poo and wee, (mind you I had already smelt it before I got there) thank goodness it was just the little dog otherwise I would have had a river running through the kitchen.  How could I tell him off it was my fault I cant expect a dog to stay in the kitchen for about 10 hours, I felt so mean.  So ...... my first job of the morning before a steaming cup of coffee that I so much wanted,  was to clean up and bleach the damn floor a-g-a-i-n, at least the floor is stone and not wood or lino or whatever its called nowadays hehe. Anyway from then on its been a bit of a hopeless cause.  I was going to go and take a top back to M & S that I bought but I couldnt be bothered I thought now I have started cleaning I might as well finish it and anyway I totally smell of bleach.  Mind you I suppose I could pretend I work in a hospital!!  Its weird how smells always reminds us of different places or times in our lives.  I cant even bear to smell Chanel 19 it always reminds me of when I was pregnant and so sick with my first son and bleach reminds me of the stairwell and pavement of where I used to live in Spain.  Every day in our apartment block ..... which was very traditional and small ..... someone used to clean the stairs.  You could guarantee just as she was cleaning I would come out of my door and instead of getting a "Hola" or "Buenos" I would just get that look and a sort of quiet tut that you could hear. Anyway bleaching the floor made me make a paella lol and I have spent the mornng cleaning and quietly dreaming of Spain again.  ALthough Iloved it there it wasnt always easy and as we lived in a totally Spanish Area we did encounter problems with racism, especially on the day of the Madrid bombings, my local newsagent refused to serve me until I literally grabbed the paper and thrust the money under her nose.  The next day she was fine.  Mind you I could understand why they didnt always like the English, when holiday time came and the town became flooded with people even I thought omg no.  What did half of them thinkthey looked like?  I cant believe people walked about like it half undressed and shouting out everything in english to waiters and stuff, couldnt they at least learn just some basic spanish words and politeness.  Then the winter came and the older generation came with it and omg sometimes the same applied to them.  It was like trowel on the makeup, wear the tightest clothes, have a perma tan and curly perm and drink brandy in the english bars near the beach.  How they always managed to get to the free food first I will never know pushing and shoving lololol.  Oh the memories ............