I smell of pee...

Not my own you understand, but it is an inevitable side effect of having an association with stabled horses that you will, at some point, smell of pee.

When I just had my own horse to deal with, it was difficult for me to detect this odour, although Neil was like a bloodhound and could smell me coming from ten thousand paces. Now I have a job at a local stud and mucking out several horses is a regular occurance even I can't bear the smell. "You stink of piss!" my husband lovingly informs me (I say lovingly because even though he can't bear the smell, the fact that I am, at last, bringing in some pennies is reason in itself to love me).

I wonder why it smells so bad? A lack of washing machine at the moment means that I am wearing the same clothes on my three consecutive working days as it seems pointless to make more clothes than necessary smell.

This morning on my way to work I opted not to pop into the boulangerie even though I was desperate for some bread as I didn't want the nice lady in there to think that I had turned into a smelly old tramp.

Oh well, it could be worse. At least the shower works!