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Mothballs – its June !

 

I was at our weekly produce market today and as I walked over the cobbles to the market building I walked past a stall selling mothballs. I couldn’t see them but I could smell them very strongly indeed.

It made me smile because the old British proverb “Ne’er cast a clout till May be out’ came to mind.

Recently the evenings have been cold and many of my fellow market goers had obviously obeyed the saying “Ne’er cast a clout till May be out’.

They were still in their winter caps, coats and jumpers. It’s getting hotter day by day and it is June after all so it’s “put your winter clothes away time”. Hence the strong aroma of mothballs as the local people change into their “summer season” wardrobe.

I won’t smell it again until October when standing behind someone in the post office you are forced to reel back as the pungent smell from the persons coat in front of you assaults your nose.

For me it’s a sign that winter is just around the corner.

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