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  1. My bête noir is the smell of a Laurel hedge. Every time I get the smell I am transported back well over sixty years to my infants school, where I passed such a hedge on the way in. The smell and the association have both lingered. This is unfortunate as I have my own Laurel hedge which needs frequent cutting. I might add that that school was not a happy place!

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