Euterpe13 wrote:Stragely enough, I can't really associate smells with CH, but rather tastes - the salad dressing more-mustard-than-mayonnaise served in house in the summer, convent eggs, the strange bright red jam at break, and of course the peculiar CH tea...
although, now I try - the smell of the Chemistry lab, shoe-polish & damp smell of the cellar, and the incredible whiff from Fanny's sitting room...!
Well that was definitely her ciggies, I don't remember now what she smoked, but it was a lot and she had yellow fingers and front of her hair.
Can you imagine that now?
I must try convent eggs, my daughter would love them, she also likes Tesco value jam, the nearest I have ever found to the
nondescript red muck we had at Hertford.
and the TEA, was a sort of greyish colour, not improved by being drunk out of dark green melamine mugs at high tea and Sunday breakfast.
For those who don't know each house had its own colour and our in-house mugs were in the house colour, as were our sports socks (after the white cotton ones fell apart) scarves and ties.