I smell trouble.

“It isn’t right that I have to drive 25 miles to get hold of a Yankee candle” complained Peggoty the other day. We agree on most things, but here I beg to differ. One of the reasons I love Itchy Ankle is that it smells good all by itself, especially at this time of year when its aroma is damp bark, wood smoke and just a suggestion of leaf rot. I am glad that we are strangers to Glade and far from Febreze. When it comes to candles, I am not a Yankee fan.

Peggoty was in search of a particular perfumed candle so she could light a Halloween lantern given to her by Janie Janie, Queen of all that is Ghoulish. I have decided that this is acceptable behavior and am actually secretly hoping that Peggotty may have picked up more than one perfumed pillar once she made it all the way to Parole. Hurricane Sandy is forecast to wreak havoc on Itchy Ankle in the next few days, and it may be wise to have wax and wicks to hand. Now, where did I put the matches?

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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