I don’t remember much about my mother as I was taken from her when I was very young and had only just been weaned. I wouldn’t recognize her face in the street as my eyesight has never been much good and it was even worse as a toddler. However, I certainly remember her smell. It makes me happy just to think about it even now. It was an all encompassing warm fuggy milky but slightly sweaty smell. It smelt of love and security and food. At night I like to fall asleep dreaming of that smell and a low gentle moan of pleasure always escapes my throat.