So we visited a lovely little market town called Buckingham a while ago, it's very quaint and has a flea market and antique shops and little lanes choc a block full of little independant shops to browse, when we stumbled upon a flower stall. They had a lovely collection of plants beautifully displayed in old china cups and saucers and my eye was drawn to one in particular. Ooooh I said, and leant forward to smell the flowers.....I inhaled deeper....nothing...i tried again...ziltch, so i said to my hubby "I can't smell jam". He looked quite bemused...I'd seen that look before, "what do you mean?", "you can't smell jam" he replied..a little smirk beginning to creep across his face. "Well" I replied, "it says jam scented, and I can't smell jam". His face was a picture as he replied "Darling it says....... I am scented!!"