The package looked innocent enough. Slightly Garlic Sausage. "Oh well, makes a change from Smoked Ham" I thought, and slung it in the basket. I made my sandwich with it this morning and took it to work. My office began to smell of garlic. Strongly of garlic. I've eaten the sandwich now and I probably smell of the stuff as well (although I can't smell it in the office any more - funny that). We are having a project viva in here in half an hour. I hope Ope likes garlic, although she is too polite to mention the pong even if she doesn't.

I should have remembered that there is no such thing as slightly garlic. It is indeed funny stuff. Apparently it is one of those rare chemicals which you can absorb through your skin. Put on a pair of garlic socks and, shortly afterwards your breath would smell of garlic. Ugh. I've just thought - garlic socks, now there's an idea worth running away from...