DS1(6) snuggled up to me on the couch just now and said 'hmmm Mummy you smell lovely'. 'really?' sez I. 'You smell like dinner'.
He's right. I have just given myself a good sniff, and all of my clothes smell like chicken stock. Not the sexy young aura I was going for...
I'm going to have to get a house coat like my Ma's. Oh Jesus.