Something is rotten in the state of fridge

I hate coming home to bad smells. I hate it even more when I can work out roughly where they’re coming from -the titular fridge in this case - but can’t pinpoint the exact spot.

And it’s bad. So bad that the dog is refusing to go in the kitchen. And her idea of fun is rolling around in fox droppings.

To change the subject to something that smells a lot less bad than my fridge (unless you do really weird stuff with your monitor or laptop), here’s a quick plug for Mark Hadfield’s newish blog, That Gormandizer Man. Definitely worth a look if you’re interested in the thoughts of exiled northern account planners who work for flash London agencies.

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