Stinky

No, not stinky Poppy.

As it's been such a lovely weekend we have spent most of it in the garden. We kept noticing a horrendous smell, something like a cross between dog poo and something which died a long time ago.

D investigated and managed to trace the stench to the bird table where a bowl of water had somehow metamorphisised into something resembling death soup. If hell has a smell, it is this.

D in his wisdom decided to attack it with a hosepipe thus spreading particles of the unholy concoction into the atmosphere and spreading the smell all around the garden and even into the house.

I have bleached, flashed and antibacterial sprayed everything that doesn't move, and some things which do.