I call into my nan for lunch each day, my office is only a few minutes’ walk away. She has no one else these days, all her kids live quite a distance.
I don’t mind though, we have a chat and she always has me laughing as I leave. The only thing is, she’s not a great cook and only really cooks one thing which is a white meat stew.
Her flat is always filled with the sickly sweet smell of that stew, it seems to be simmering on the cooker night and day.
I was running a little late today so I jogged down and let myself in when I got there, as I was taking a breath in to call out to her I froze…
I could not smell anything.