The fact that you can’t really open windows in the wintertime can be a real problem. Such as the other night when I was happily spooning out our dinner onto plates. I looked over behind me and noticed that the Gold Dog had “assumed the position” and was committing an act of badness on the kitchen floor. Yes, dinner was somewhat late.
In a similar vein, this morning James discovered that the turnips that I had stored in a box in the root room had decomposed and created their own vile compost pile. (Perhaps it should be called the “rot room” instead). He encountered yet another bad smell.
Note to Self: if you didn’t like the turnips last summer, they really aren’t going to get any better with age. I’m so not planting turnips this year!
As you might imagine, we have a lot of nifty cleaning supplies to deal with these types of experiences. But I’m really looking forward to spring when we can open up the windows and air this place out!