Being a genteel sort of town, this turned out to be a gifts and cards emporium, the lady behind the counter probably hoping for a nicer class of customer than two grumpy blokes, soaked to the skin. We apologised for our 'dancing on the doormat' entrance and I decided we had better buy something to say Thank You for our temporary respite from the weather.
Whilst I rummaged through the greetings cards, Calum chatted amiably with the owner. She had once worked in meteorology for Edinburgh Airport, so was quite forgiving of our plight. As my purchases were rung through the till, I noticed some essential oils, displayed behind the counter (no, behave yourselves, it's not that kind of shop!). "And a bottle of Patchouli oil, please," I heard myself say. It's a scent which turns back the years for me, not that I was ever cool, or did drugs, or even had long hair. I just like the scent. Perhaps it was all those 'Guru' type shops which Our Lass dragged me into since our early days?
|Photo copyright Guru (Darlington)|
So now Tense Towers has a fragrance to compliment the progressive rock thrumming from its speakers. Although my hair has just about run out of time to be anything other than short.
It's time for a xylophone intro and some weird lyrics... man.
Procul Harum's Pandora's Box.