30 years later and I have absolutely no idea. As I rubbed shoulders with her (small department) for the next 3 years I could tell she was self-centered, vain, and sure of her own wonderfullness, but it still doesn’t compute. Well. My nose and I only remember her when somebody ask a question like OP’s.

I need to start by stating the fact that I have a perfectly normal nose in a perfectly normal face. At 18 I was a pretty young woman.

Ages ago, first day in university, first lecture. 400 students listening to the professor. A random girl is staring at me for most of the lecture. Afterwards she runs through the crowd in the hallway, catches up to me and says: “Just had to tell you that you rock. You’re an inspiration to me. Looking so happy and carefree, with that nose of yours! I don’t know how you manage.”

I love you. I’m off to google this Philomena Cunk person but I love you for her quote. It’s absolutely brilliant.

I have a question.
Did he know how to use bar soap?

I often do it to dampen unpleasant noises. Car alarm? Siren? I make my ears go Frrrrrrrrrrrr. It helps a lot.

So sad.

Roughly: 1 liter freshly-picked dandelions flowers. (No stems or green stuff. Pour 1 liter boiling water. Two days in a dark place. Strain. Add 1 lemon and 1 orange, quartered, 250g sugar. Boil for 30 minutes

Wait til it’s back to room temperature and add 10ml yeast.

Cover with cloth, wait 1 month (stir every day)

Strain (cheesecloth or sth very fine) Glass bottle. Wait 3 months before driking. Burp the bottle often, otherwise BOOOOOM.

Wild flowers. I’m about to make dandelion wine, and, later, poppy jelly.