How is this right? Last week I had a raging cold and I couldn’t smell anything, but somehow my smell receptors were still awake to the honk of a dirty nappy – is this a special survival thing that parents are made with?
Its unbelievably frustrating, the silver lining of a cold surely should be that I couldn’t smell the nasties that babe had brewed up for me – but not so 😦
I attempted to feed my cold with yummy not so healthy chocolate and cakes, that ended up tasting like cardboard because my sense of taste had been put on stand-by mode.
And I couldn’t smell anything like the lavender outside or the fish and chips in the oven (because I couldn’t be bothered to cook proper wholesome food). But that god awful smell of a dirt nappy managed to slip through the net to assault my senses.