Wandering through a pharmacy looking for goose grease to rub on the boils, I have a very strong madeleine moment.
My mother had a beautiful dressing table. It had a large mirror and a glass surface on which were her silver backed brushes and hand mirror, her jewelry box, and always a beautiful round tin of Nivea cream.
I had not seen one of these tins for decades. I had seen various Nivea products, indeed I bought a big plastic bottle of what I took to be Nivea cream but after rubbing it into my skin for a couple of weeks I was told it was shower lotion.
Anyway there in the pharmacy in Yomitan, Okinawa were tins of the original Nivea cream.
It made me think of my Mummy.
A Swiss photographer whom I had apparently employed 25 years ago turns up in Okinawa. He takes the usual selfie with his Iphone.
This is fun.
It is the start of the plumeria season.
I will go and dab Nivea cream on the end of my nose.