My husband caught me at the weekend. We were in a bookshop and I'd opened a large coffee table book of maps. The aroma that came out from the pages was indescribable, and I gave an almighty sniff. I normally do this in secret, but I couldn't not have breathed in that smell and, even now, writing about it brings back such joy. When we met up with friends that night my husband told them that I'd been literally sniffing around a bookshop, and everyone laughed. No, they all said, none of them had...
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