I sat in my kitchen on Friday, thinking, hmm, smells like fish, somehow. I was sure I had no fish at all.
And it wasn´t Ingo, either.
On Sunday I found out what it was.
I could have guessed earlier because something like that happened before. It was in 1995, in Broome, WA. We´ve been traveling in our car, where we also slept in and it started to smell fishy.
It were the potatoes we had with us. They rotted and produced this awful smell.
Yuck!
Under my kitchen table, in the dark, in a box I stored some potatoes, too. They have been there since last week only. They even had produced some fluid. When I grabbed the potatoes to throw them away, Ingo said nothing.
Seconds later he looked very surprised and the next moment he ran to the toilet to give everything away he had had so far.
Poor man ;-)
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