There's that smell again...
As a bachelor in a semi-derelict flat, I'm used to the idea that my pad might whiff a bit. It's a guy thing. And a damp thing, a bike thing, and a surf thing. But just lately, the smell has become a Smell, and last night it actually stopped me getting to sleep. The reek was emanating from below my bed. What ghastliness was down there? I was worried the damp might be rotting my tatami, or that the sewer pipe from the bathroom had cracked.