One last post before I see you tomorrow

I found out what that terrible smell in the kitchen was. It was just getting worse and worse and I was beginning to think I’d have to call the real estate and tell them there was a dead rodent between walls.

I’d checked everywhere, moved things, looked for a space behind the cupboard, under the lino, all the shelves. And still, that awful smell was getting worse and worse. Finally I sprayed heaps of nil odour around so I could look again without gagging.

Then there, behind this little box of raisins or something was a half eaten tub of yogurt that Jordan had obviously tried, hated and then hidden behind boxes in the back of the cupboard. Why hadn’t she just put it in the bin?

So finally I found the culprit. Thank goodness too, the smell was so bad.

Miss you heaps, hurry back.