Yesterday Paul did a bit of a daft thing!
We had a load of rubbish and recycling to go to the dump, along with some garden waste.
Pauls car will hold just about anything asked of it, as it is an estate, so everything went into the back, including the garden waste bags.
The garden waste bags had been closed and festering for about 6 weeks, in the Cornish sunshine, and were pongy, acrid and soupy. Nice!
Off Paul drove to the local council tip. I never thought any more of it.
An hour or so later a very green looking Paul fell through the front door, feeling exceptionally sick!
The garden rubbish bags had split and spilt the liquid contents into the entire rear end of the car, soaking into the upholstery and carpets, adding an altogether un-nice fragrance to the interior of the car!
Today, he is spending the day taking apart every piece of interior upholstery and carpet, trim and fitting, and placing it in the garden to be wet vacc’d or scrubbed.