DeniseLosar wrote:
I was having a coffee in the cafe downstairs, it is the first time i went out of the house in two weeks.
The man a few tables was eating something with cinammon in - and the smell was overwhelming.
I wept, i cried like a child.
Ohhh. Wow. I can relate. If this is any comfort (?) I'm now dealing with diesel and burning garbage. So maybe everything's relative. .........
Gosh. I wish all the noxiousness would just dissapate. For all the sensitive souls - which we are.....
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