Ah! weelittledrummer, what memories you bring back to me. I used to be a cobbler (as I was born in Northamptonshire I always will be) and still love the smell of leather and wax but, funnily enough, not the sinus clearing effect of hot, horse piddle soaked jodphur boots.

The other thing I miss is a proper hardware shop that smells of more than plastic shrink wrap. That sells galvanised buckets and nails by the pound and not the metric dozen.

Fish and chips (cooked in dripping not oil)
Showers
Extended showers
Light rain
Heavy rain
Pissing down for a week type rain

I can almost hear Julie Andrews...... "...a few of my favourite things".