I was in the lift today and their was an odour. No, not that sort of odour. It straight away brought back childhood memories of my father's step mother. She was always kind to us kiddies, even though my mother prevented us seeing 'that drunken slut' too often.
She would buy us endless raspberry drinks at the pub she frequented, I think it was the Boundary Hotel or East Boundary Hotel, probably in the Boundary Road Bentleigh or East Bentleigh. I forget the details. Fill in the blanks if you wish and know Daniel. She would get us some chips or nuts and then duck out of the hotel for a bit and return with some small toy. We thought our Nana Tess was great, even if she was sometimes unwell and we could not understand what she was saying or she fell down a lot.
She had a distinctive smell of old ladies perfume, powder make up, cigarettes and beer. Turf brand cigarettes come to mind. She even had a smoker's side table in her house, complete with matches in the match holder, which was a great attraction to us firebug kiddies.
Today in the lift I smelt almost the same smell, old lady perfume and stale cigarettes. I can guess who it was. She is an older theatrical type women who lives here and came from a well to do family who had retail businesses in the city. She is quite poor, but you would never know to look at her. Perhaps she is not so poor, but her place is modest with a nice view of the building behind us, the wall of it that is. She certainly cries poor.
We are cautious with her as she has asked us down for drinks and asked us for help in some maintenance matter. We have been caught like that before and so say, yes we will come for drinks some time. Sorry, we are not very practical guys with home stuff.