My mum has made banana bread/cake again and it smells SO good.
The kitchen is on the ground floor, I'm on the second in the loft and I can smell it like it were in the same room as me.
This is something I really like about living here. The smells.
The smell of the washing power my mum uses and the food she cooks. My room has that familiar homey smell that I don't normally notice but I miss when I'm away.
I want some banana cake so bad...
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