The downstairs toilet smelt rank. Turning on the exhaust fan I removed the nappy Erin had taken off that morning and put it in the bin. After giving the room a good ten minutes to clear I went back in, unfortunately the stink was just as bad, but how could it be? There was nothing in there to cause the smell!
It turns out Erin had “helped” me clean the toilet after she’d pooed. You know, before she’d flushed the original turd down so, when I picked it up, the toilet brush was caked in poo and it reeked.
