Cleaning the bathroom this morning. The job put off from Saturday when I got waylaid by kitchen spring cleaning. I forgot to tell you about the air freshener.
I'm not keen on air fresheners but when George gets wet and gets that wet-dog smell ... So anyway we've had this particular one in the kitchen for ages and it hasn't worked properly for ages either. It's one of those that squirts out a pong every so many minutes. Or it's supposed to.
I took it down on Saturday and said, 'Right, it's the bin for you, you useless thing,' but then parsimony made me open it up again. I jiggled things and twiddled things (and then did the same with the air freshener, bo boom - sorry, I just read about Les Dawson on Furtheron's blog) and it still wouldn't work. I opened it again for a final twiddle and was just twiddling the batteries ... batteries?
'Does this work by battery?'
'How else do you think it works?'
'Um, magic?'
So I recharged the battery and what do you know? It works properly!
And now I'm beginning to hate its smell.
But back to the bathroom.
I've managed to break the handbasin tap and the downstairs toilet seat, although I think I broke that initially at the weekend when I sat on it. I think I should stop cleaning for today.
1 comment:
Batteries? Why didn't I think of that! I've got the same kind of good smelly things in the hallway and I hate the smell of that one. It's nice to hide the "old house" smell when visitors arrive or I'd throw it away.
So, uh, batteries! I can remove the batteries when no visitors are expected and then I won't have to smell the damned thing.
Thanks, Liz!
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