11:01am yesterday: get home from long weekend away and remark to myself how your flat always smells slightly unfamiliar when you’ve not been living in it for a few days
8.33am today: return to bedroom after eating breakfast and note that it smells a little ripe, mentally writing it off as the remnants of post-festival skank.
8.49pm: get in from work and again notice ripe smell but distracted by annoyance at not having time to cook dinner before Torchwood starts.
9.19pm: eat dinner. Mmm lamb chops. Smell good, taste good. Dinner win.
11.44pm: go to bed and finally clock that something must be amiss, because my room hasn’t smelled permanently bad since university, and that was down to poor ventilation, I’m certain. Check under the bed and GUHHHTHERE’SAMASSIVEDEADBIRDSTARINGATME JESUSCHRISTIT’SPRACTICALLYAKESTREL.
Gah. Mikko I love you, but avian sacrifices are not how I’d like this reciprocated.
I lmao’ed hard. :D