After eight years of not been able to smell a single thing, it's back. While not as dramatic as a blind person suddenly being able to see, to me, it's still a massive thing.
To be honest, it's almost been overwhelming. I feel like Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, from the novel Perfume. Scents and smells everywhere. Some are distantly familiar, while some are new. I can taste food again. I can walk down St Helens Road and savour the spices that drift out of the many Indian restaurants. I can taste the cinnamon and cardamom in my chai tea.
Oh, and sorry to all those people I was smelling on Saturday night.
