I've probably said this here before, in other threads, but the smell of pink carbolic soap or fresh cow manure will have me straight back in the kitchen of my granfers farm.

I can picture him standing over the big Belfast sink, washing his hands up to his elbows with lots of pink carbolic, chatting away in dialect (except to him it was normal, everyday English), whilst I sit at the kitchen table - big enough to seat 22 people with room to move - playing with 'Pop-a-beads' which I'd've got for Christmas. Granfer always smelt of carbolic soap underlaid with a waft of fresh cow dung...

LTS