Our house smells of egg
Olga had a wee accident with the stovetop: a pot boiled over and put out the gas flame, and she didn’t notice for a few minutes so the kitchen started smelling suspiciously gassy. We opened a window up wide to let it out.
That’s what some idiots in the park outside decided to take advantage of. They hurled an egg through the open window, so that it smashed against the wall and ceiling. Then they ran off.
We were lucky: the egg hit the ceiling above the bookcase, not the bookcase. It dripped down the wall behind the bookcase, but not onto the books. It just clipped my beautiful Book of Kells, but only one edge of the cover got eggy and nothing made its way into the pages.
Still, after taking all the books off the shelves and wiping up behind them, picking up the bits of eggshell and mopping the carpet, the apartment smells distinctly eggy. Tomorrow will be worse, I presume.
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Ah, um, yes, excuse it was. Or wishful thinking.
Aren't you also the person who managed to set some eggs on fire once? In your fridge?
No, that was Andy. He caught a box of eggs on fire on the gas, and put them back in the fridge without noticing. At least that's what he told us. Same bloke who set a roll of toilet paper on fire, officially because it was "getting a bit ripe in there".
Oh those nasty, egg throwing SOB's... I mean, what the hell?! Why would people be throwing eggs through other people's windows?
Oh, you know, you're walking through the park with your pockets full of eggs when all unexpectedly there's a window open, and the temptation simply overwhelms you. Happens to the best of us sometimes.
Remember when you where you and you always carried a couple of eggs on you at all times "just in case"? me neither, but then I avoided lead paint and being shaken when I was a baby.
Hardly seems worth it, in your case.
Aren't you the one who thought that "egg does not smell!!!"? Or was it just an excuse for postponing cleaning it up?