March 2, 2007
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It was one hell of a shock. The vile stench emanating from the flat floored me, and this was supposed to be my new house, or rather, my father new house. This was not exactly the best way to get acquainted with one new residence, after more than eight weeks of delay. I was not expecting the place to smell like assorted eu de toilettes but this was ridiculous. The odour probably stemmed from the previous owner handful of cats and dogs, or to be more precise, her failure to properly clean away their waste.
I did not have much of a choice and buckled down to washing my father and my room. My father room in particular was absolutely pungent and filthy, the floor caked by a layer of grime. After more than an hour and a half of scrubbing and wiping, I was amazed at myself for being able to tolerate the dirt and scent. I could not complete the rest of the house as I had an appointment to keep.
It was one hell of an experience.
