Sunday lunch was the other portion of burnt Haddock. It tasted the same, it probably did me good, but it left the same fragrance throughout the building. I took the usual precautions, cleaned appropriately, opened windows, but today once again I walked into a thick vapour of fish.
I cleaned the place again, I even cleaned the oven, and it is nowhere near March, I scrubbed and left windows open, and thoroughly cleaned away the smell. However after a walk in the rain, where I was reminded about the holes in the soles, I returned to the stench of Tench, well Haddock. Even the Kippers I once, and only once, bought, did not whiff like these. So I sit here, windows and doors ajar, the cold wind bringing the rain inside to get warm, while my only source of heat comes from the curried mince I am making for lunch. Now that is one aroma I can suffer happily!