Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Whiff

There's something fishy going on at Landcroft House. We have this little outhouse that stores the tumble dryer and a chest freezer. Lately it's developed an unmistakable odour. I think a fishfinger must have flipped out while Robert was rummaging for ice but we can't find it anywhere. It has now got pretty unbearable. Rob has taken to leaving the door open but that's not much of a help. I have started avoiding doing the laundry and if I have to do a wash, once the cycle has finished, I leave the door wide open in the middle of the kitchen with a leg or something poking out and wait for Robert to get irritated enough to give in and carry the clothes out to the tumble dryer. I don't have a solution but this afternoon I plan to start training Scrap to walk to the launderette on Lordship Lane with his Brio brick trolley, I think he should be able to manage a full load by the end of the week.

4 comments:

Rob said...

I was out there this morning and it was a little less whiffy. It's peaked!
Rob (or Robert, whichever you prefer)

Nunhead Mum of One said...

Fish fingers have a habit of flipping out of freezers don't they? Although my query is: why don't bags of frozen peas stay closed? Even with those handy little bag clips from Lakeland Plastics? Many is the time, after i've been to rummage in the icy depths, I get a floor full of peas - even if I'm not in the pea drawer. one of life's mysteries I guess.

Silvana said...

Yes, there's always, always a bed of peas in the bottom of our freezer!

dulwichmum said...

Perhaps you have a dead mouse somewhere. My cat kept bringing them home for a while to show me, and sometimes he would even bring live ones home and release them for a gift. Sometimes birds too actually, and once even a frog.