I can’t you how angry I am having just come home from a full days work to a smell that just about knocked me out when I opened the door.
Oh God the aged dogs have combusted I thought uncharitably but one look at them proved they were as horrified as I was as they pushed past me to get out the door.
A cursory sniff as they scattered took me to the source – Teenwolf had decided to whip up a snack for his pal – smoked mackerel. He’d manfully opened the package, sliced it on a chopping board all left there with fishy knife . The pan is also in evidence as are the plates they ate from with the leftovers, a few further fishy wee shards.
All of this has been sitting in the warm house left to emanate fishy fishy smells all day long. Ggggggrrr.
Our pals are coming round in an hour so I have to decide whether to open the windows and freeze them to death or invite them into fishy hell.
I am off to dig out jumpers, rugs, hats and gloves – they will thank me for it if and when they ever thaw out.
My mood will take longer to thaw out when the Teenwolf slopes in. I guarantee it.
