Not a rattle in a car but a smell in the kitchen. Not a particularly strong smell but noticeable when coming downstairs in the morning. Not a pleasant smell either – reminiscent of the time my partner decided it would be a good thing to ferment cabbage and sprouts in jars. Thankfully, he soon realised it wasn’t!
You know how a smell can literally get up your nose – as in get on your nerves? I am not tidy and do very little dusting but I like to think the house is hygienically clean. Whilst it might appear untidy it is orderly. If there are clothes in the corner of the bedroom it’s because they have been worn at least once and are therefore ‘contaminated’ so they can’t go back in the cupboard but are not yet ready for washing.
My nose was in every crevice to detect the origin but it was a general smell rather than focused. I poked a long stick around the edges of the gas cooker in case anything had dropped down and was rotting then squirted lots of bleach down the kitchen sink and ran bleach through the rinse cycle of the washing machine.
I came downstairs the next morning confident that would have cured it – but no!
There was only one place I hadn’t checked … behind the fridge:
Being under-counter, nothing could’ve dropped down the sides but what if some poor creature had somehow got behind it and died? If you’ve read this far you might be getting the nature of this smell!
“Sordid details following” thanks Bowie 😉
I pulled out the fridge and this was the drip tray at the back:
I never knew they needed emptying! Maybe I’m gross and everyone else regularly checks and cleans theirs?
Oh well, problem solved 🙂
Where there’s a smell there’s a mission!