We are going to a wedding, so for the occasion, I decide that it’s high time that I put in my other earring. Since it’s been lying on the shelf gathering dust and whatever else for some months, I dip in in TCP to clean it.
Then I carry on getting ready, finishing with a squirt of my nice Christmas present perfume
On the way there, Hub complains about the overpowering smell of TCP
“It will fade away” I assure him, “I’ve got my posh perfume, too”. Hub looks doubtful but lets the matter drop.
At the end of the night, I’m saying bye to the groom’s brother. “You smell of TCP” he tells me, as Hub smirks in triumph.