Sometimes our way of life here is difficult to understand for an 'outsider'....I noticed Dai was quite scathing about smelly people while we think nothing of it and never even mention the various elderly men who actually stink to high heaven sometimes.
They live in tiny cottages in the middle of nowhere in particular...usually on their own. They don't have running water or an inside toilet but collect water from the nearest well and only wash their faces when they shave...my friend Eoghan smells...I shouldn't think he's had a bath since he was a young man. But he lives alone but for some cats and an equally smelly old dog and he has a few cattle to tend. Eoghan does wash his shirts, though not awfully well...I'd imagine he washes them in cold water with a bit of soap because he most certainly doesn't own a washing machine...he doesn't have any electricity.
I was telling Teresa yesterday that no one gives a hoot if you go to our supermarket wearing wellies...the people who truly stand out and are often stared at, are those women who are dressed up to the nines to do the weekly shop...
We are country people you see...we might well have been mucking out horses or donkeys before we make a dash to get a pint of milk...perhaps we've spent the last half-an-hour driving cattle into the farmyard and we may well smell of silage as a result...actually Kitty often smells of sheep even when she's wearing clean clothes.
Then there are the Collie dogs who live on every farm and small-holding and love you to bits...slapping their wet and muddy tails all over your legs and if you're really lucky they'll leap up and plant very muddy paws all over your best sweater...
But this is how we are...