My wife has been sick with a persistent respiratory infection for six weeks. I have a shoulder injury. We haven’t been staying on top of the cleaning. We finally admitted that the house smells like one of those caves you age cheese in, and booked a cleaner to put it back in good shape so we can just maintain it going forwards.
Last night, at my wife’s insistence, we tidied the house from top to bottom and wiped down the flat surfaces so the cleaner wouldn’t arrive to a messy house. 😟
In her defence, she kinda saw the irony of it.
I had wild rabbit at a restaurant where the chef cooked meat he hunted himself. It had a really strong flavour I couldn’t quite name. I could see other people enjoying it, but not me personally.
There was a sign that warned diners to watch out for free prizes (shotgun pellets). I didn’t come across any, but I was wary of chewing too hard in case I did.