- Nipping outside to take something to the bin and treading on a snail or slug. In bare feet.
- Finding a half eaten yoghurt behind the sofa bed. In front of MIL. And having NO IDEA how long it had been there for. It smelled bad.
- On cleaning out the cupboard/fridge before said MIL arrived...finding an unidentified container. Opening said container. Being floored by a smell of off fish. Spending 10 minutes vomiting into the toilet.
- Receiving a text from DH asking you to "do something" about blocked sink. Yeah, an hour or so before MIL arrives. DS is playing in front room, perfectly well occupied. So off I trundle to the bathroom, armed with a brand new plunger. Which I use. Relentlessly. Then with one big plunge, a load of gunk comes up the plughole. I know not what is in this gunk, but it looks pretty disgusting and the smell makes me heave. Cue another 10 minutes vomiting into the toilet. Then I had to somehow get rid of it. In the end I put a plastic bag over my hand and, retching, managed to somehow get it in the bag and put that bag in another bag so I could transfer it to the outside bin. Gah. Reminded me of omy cat's hairballs.
When I had got over my little puking spate (yeah, it happens, I deal with it), I decided to simply pour a copious quantity of drain unblocker down the sink. I have no idea what that stuff has in it, but thank goodness it worked and