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Layers of sticky grime had built up over years on the door. Lizzie added fridge to the endless list of items for the dump. As she opened the door, the smell hit her like holiday heat when you leave the airport. The whole house had an odour, unpleasant and pervasive but this was something else amid the lumpy milk, liquid carrots and inexplicably her Mum’s purse. She knelt with a bin bag, sliding the contents into it with her nose covered, remembered coming home from uni, and her joy at seeing that fridge, very much cleaner, crammed full of treats.

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    Neville Hunt about 1 year ago

    That brings back memories🤢🤢🤢🤮

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    Lisa Williams about 1 year ago

    Big hugs XX

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    Jeff Taylor about 1 year ago

    Yeah. I understand this one only too well. Hugs.

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    Neville Hunt about 1 year ago

    ...or maybe bugs!

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