I've had a couple of comments on my last post that I really ought to answer here.
My loss of sense of smell for a start. I had a normal sense of smell right up until the last 90s, then one winter I got a cold and it just didn't go away. Doctors were bemused by it, tried various remedies that didn't work. I always sounded as if I had a blocked up nose, was constantly blowing my nose and I couldn't smell a thing. After a few years it started to get on my nerves and asked to be referred to an ENT specialist. He discovered I had a deviated septum on one side and polyps in the sinuses of the other. I had an operation to shave off part of the bone and remove the polyps. At the time people told me how they knew someone who had this op and it didn't last long, within 5 years the polyps were back. About three weeks after the op I walked into my son's bedroom where he was eating Monster Munch and I could vaguely smell the pickled onion smell! Woohoo!!! Within a month, my smell was back, better than ever. But that was in 2001. For the last couple of years, the polyps have obviously returned as my sense of smell deteriorated and finally went again. I don't have the other symptoms of blocked sinus and problems with my nose, just can't smell. To be honest, I could go and have the op again, but it doesn't bother me that much now and I will live with it (or without it!) until I have other symptoms. Fortunately, it doesn't affect my sense of taste, at the moment that is still fine.
The debut dance at the Royal Albert Hall was probably less impressive than it sounds! I was part of the country dancing group at primary school and we entered for a national schools dance competition. We must have looked a sight. All different shapes and sizes, with the girls in white lace blouses with circular orange skirts with black rick-rack along the hems, boys in school shirts and shorts and black plimsolls. At this point my hair was still the ginger side of auburn so orange wasn't really my colour! We were also at the age where holding hands with a boy was not appealing, and to skip around a stage holding hands in public was cringe worthy. I went to a school reunion about 10 years ago and met my ex-dancing partner who I hadn't seen for about 30 years and one of the first things we talked about was 'remember when we danced at the Royal Albert Hall?'.
My daughter who featured in posts this week has had a major image change! She has, on a whim, had her hair cut short. Last time it was this short she was about 4. Be prepared, ladies, for a new layout very soon, she posed for a photo for me yesterday and this really needs to be recorded for posterity.