I have really no reason to pop up a picture of Ola Jordan, it is Christmassy is a good reason and I am going to miss her now she has left Strictly Come Dancing but I am banking on this beautiful woman being back on the small screen.
However not even the delectable Ola could interest me in buying some crisp-scented candles or any other smelly ones. I hate the smell of them and even touching them, which goes back to my childhood.
Back in the day of three day weeks, power cuts, strikes our house was full of candles during the evening has we sat in the dark listening to the radio and just the memory is giving me the shivers. I can’t remember why it all started, but I rather grew into it. Like how I can’t touch chalk, I hate touching wax that over the years has developed into the flicking of the flame and the smell. That was a later development thanks to church watching the flame flickering of a hundred or so candles.
I don’t even like candles in the house, so god knows what would happen if we had a power cut. If the wife received one as a gift they tend to stay boxed and stored in the back in the recesses of a black hole. While putting the Christmas decorations up I noticed a candle, which is now in storage. However, I do like ‘four candles’ remember the sketch.
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