Between a Dead Rat & a Chocolate Snob

There’s a dead rat in the roof. Unnoticeable if the door to the offending roof space’s room is closed. It became evident yesterday morning, just an oddly, mild scent. By afternoon the smell of putrefying death was overwhelming.

I had people for dinner last night. The room was closed up quickly, and all other doors and windows were hastily opened to rid the house of putrefying odour (note the reuse of this word – because I like it, and it captures the smell I’m describing. Though I didn’t know it was spelt this way). The odour was unnoticed (or ignored) by our guests.

Tonight the smell is almost gone (or I’ve gotten used to it). The window has been open all day, and I have bowls of bicarb, absorbing the odour in each corner. I am very relieved about this because the room in question is MY BEDROOM! Last night, I slept in Boo’s bed, tonight I’ve made up the spare bed in the playroom, and hopefully tomorrow can return to my own room!

After a bad nights sleep, a busy day at the office, and a case of PMT, I asked very politely if Boo would please give me some of her chocolate since I ate mine last night. She tried to palm me off with some nasty, cheap rabbit that she ate the ears off last week. I made several suggestions toward some Lindt, or even Cadburys. I was offered a small to medium sized egg of poor quality.

Boo has counted and sorted all her chocolate. She hasn’t eaten any since Sunday and will only let me have the stuff NOT provided by the Bunny, or our family! (Pssst…SD provided crappy chocolate, as did one of the kids at kindy).