Ooooooh, that leather smell in mens' changing rooms, ..... the bliss of buying a new handbag and sticking my head in it.

Then there is Nigel the Leather man, regular at folk festivals in the UK. He has a dog called Max who licks toes. As I am habitually barefooted or sandalled, he likes me a lot. So I stand by his stall with a blissed out look on my face, having my toes licked and with my head in a leather bag, sniffing heavily...... and I wonder why they won't let me out......

LTS