I spent the last two days trying to figure out why there was a disgusting, sour smell in our bedroom. In the end, although not entirely convinced, I decided that it must come from the bins not too far from our window. I was wrong.
Tonight I discovered the smell came out of our empty cupboard. The only thing in there was Molly’s backpack which was… wait for it: full of broken raw eggs.
Why did she have a pack of ten eggs in her backpack? I have no idea. When did she put that backpack in the cupboard? I don’t know. But let me tell you: raw eggs, broken, left alone for three days (at least!) in the summer heat? They don’t smell good.