I had been complaining of a smell in the house for about a week, it was one of those smells that you recognised but you could not quite remember what it reminded you of. Well today I have discovered what that smell is.
I awoke this morning to the sound of a lot of buzzing in my room as my bleary eyes adjusted to the daylight pouring in through my windows I saw a number of big flies (they were absolutely huge) were happily buzzing around my room and whacking themselves off the windows and randomly dive-bombing me.
I’m scared of anything that flies (it stems from me being alergic to bee stings but I don’t wait to find out if this thing buzzing near my face has a stinger or not) and as I jumped out of bed (sending a sleeping puppy flying) I raced down the hall and the smell hit me stronger than ever before.
There was no mistaking that whiff, it was stale urine!
Now I know the difference between the smell of dog wee and human wee and this was certainly not dog wee.
I started to sniff around and the smell was coming from my dad’s room, as I walked into his room I almost gagged as the smell was unbearable. He can’t be bothered to get up during the night to go to the toilet so he does it in this special bottle the hospital gave him.
Apparently he regularly knocks it over and does not bother to clean it up!
My sisters and my brother will not believe this. They think that I exaggerate when I tell them that he will easily sleep amongst his own filth because he will not let me clean his room.
He is now throwing a huge strop because I went to the local shop and returned armed with every chemical known to man and have just finished scrubbing his room from top to bottom, he is actually phoning people to tell them that I just cleaned his room without his permission!
